Drabble: Misattributed

Genre: slice of life

 

I, a notorious prankster, had just been pranked.

And no one will believe me.

“I didn’t do it.”

“‘Course you didn’t.”

It was the first of many. Salt in the sugar jar, cling wrap across the doorway. People got angry.

At me.

“I didn’t do it.”

“Stop lying.”

In private, I looked for the real prankster, but I didn’t find him. He found me.

“Stop stealing my thunder.”

“You can have it.”

But no one listened. I didn’t dare to make people angrier, he lost his motivation for mischief.

Monotony returned.

Until the itch to prank struck again.

~End~

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Posted on May 21, 2017, in Short Stories and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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