“For the thousandth time, I promise you, it wasn’t me!” shouted Randall, his frustration with his mother rising.
“Oh, I suppose the dog ate the entire box of cookies and then put the empty package into the garbage!” shouted his mother.
“I don’t know,” sulked Randall. “Maybe.”
They both looked down at Diego, their new black lab puppy. He returned their stare with soft, curious eyes.
“I just don’t know what has gotten into you,” said his mother, shaking her head. “You’ve been so destructive lately. What about the bathroom incident?”
“I told you, that wasn’t me either,” exclaimed Randall, exasperated.
“Right, the dog turned on the water in the bathtub and flooded the bathroom. Is that your excuse? I suppose he ate the homework you didn’t do all of last week.”
“I did my homework. I don’t know what happened to it. Jeez, why don’t you believe me?”
“You know what?” sighed his mother, throwing up her arms. “Just go to your room.”
Randall stormed off as his mother headed in the opposite direction towards the liquor cabinet to fix herself a cocktail.
Diego belched loudly. Those cookies had been delicious.
Word Count: 193
[This is my entry into the Flash Fiction Challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner by Roger Shipp. Write a story based on a photo prompt and introductory sentence in 200 words or less.]