8thdayfiction

…and on the 8th day, micro fiction was published on some dude's blog.

The Vote

Billy couldn’t understand it; he demanded a recount.

“OK,” Shannon said, then addressed the rest of the room. “Again: Who’s in favor of us getting a dog?”

Every hand but Billy’s went up.

“Same as last time,” Shannon said to Billy. “That settles it. We’re getting a dog.”

Billy was crushed. He was sure at least one of them—Shannon, Mom, Dad—was going to side with him and vote for the giraffe. Dogs were great, but come on—EVERYONE had a dog. This was their chance to be different, and they blew it.

Then again, it probably worked against him that his parents owned a giraffe farm, and that Shannon worked there after school and on weekends. Billy hadn’t thought about it until that moment, but he suddenly realized that the three of them had probably already had their fill of giraffes.

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2 thoughts on “The Vote

  1. Crazy double twist on this story! How funny! I remember wanting a hippo to live in our pond as a child, but I can’t say that I didn’t receive a hippo because my family had such close contact with hippos all the time–my Dad said we couldn’t get one because hippos were known to have a bad temperament. I’m sure that was my parents’ only hesitation concerning it. Thanks for another fun read: you are making this such a good year!

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