Short Story Sunday 250: Secrets [Flash Fiction]

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Allan opened the bedroom door a small crack. He peered in, slowly craning his neck to look into the room. When the coast seemed to be clear, he slid through as small a crack in the door his body would allow, and closed the door behind him with a soft click. He scanned the room, taking it all in, wondering where it could be.

His back was pressed against the door. Allan knew he needed to actually look around the room and move things around if he was ever going to find it. However, he also knew this was wrong. He shouldn’t have been in his brother’s bedroom. He shouldn’t have been thinking about snooping around and invading his privacy.

Allan sighed and pushed himself away from the door. He wouldn’t be a very good little brother if he didn’t snoop around, though… right?

He started to his right where his brother’s dresser was. He looked on top – nothing. He opened the first drawer and lifted the neatly folders shirts – nothing. Allan closed it and opened the second drawer. He picked up some dress pants and jeans – still nothing. He closed it and opened the third drawer, shuffling around his brother’s underwear and socks – absolutely nothing. He closed the drawer in frustration, the drawer slamming. Allan winced. Hopefully no one heard that.

He straightened out turning around. No, his brother wouldn’t leave it in such an easy spot like his dresser within his clothes. Allan smiled at his brother bed. He’s hide it in a much tougher spot.

Allan lunged at the bed. He lifted up the bed sheets. It wasn’t there. He lifted the mattress on one side – nothing – and then the other side – nothing.

Allan pouted. Surely, he had thought his brother would hide it under his mattress. He didn’t bother looking under the bed. That was too obvious of a spot. He sat on the bed, lying down. His head hit the pillow hard.

“Ow!” he exclaimed sitting up. He rubbed his head. Man, his brother had a stiff pillow.

Allan froze. Wait a minute.

He picked up the pillow and turned it upside down so the opening of the pillowcase was pointed to the ground. Gravity did its job and a book fell out of the case and onto the bed.

Allan grinned. His brother’s journal. This was sacred. But now he’d be able to see who his brother had a crush on.

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  1. […] https://rachelpoli.com/2019/02/03/short-story-sunday-250-secrets-flash-fiction/ “Allan opened the bedroom door a small crack. He peered in, slowly craning his neck to look into the room. When the coast seemed to be clear, he slid through as small a crack in the door his body would allow, and closed the door behind him with a soft click. He scanned the room, taking it all in, wondering where it could be.” […]

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