So, a locale chocolatier held a short story contest recently. Actually, it was more of a flash fiction contest, but who am I to quibble with semantics?* ANYWAY, the catch of the contest was that the story could be no longer than 57 words (long story as to why).  The prizes were decent enough that I decided to give it a go.

I did not win.

I was not even a finalist.

Well, poop.

But I liked my entry. So I thought I’d share it with you.

CHECKMATE

We have a problem, you and me. Actually, it’s more your problem. You see, I know you took the last chocolate chip cookie. And I know you hate to share. Before you sink your teeth in, I think there’s something you should know.

I’ve hidden the milk.

It’s your move.

*=I quibble with semantics all the time. It’s kinda my thing.