My Short Short Story for the Day

“Are you sure it's safe?” Al asked looking closely at the plate.

“Uh, well, I think so.” Mac scooped up a forkful and shoved it in his mouth. “Not bad.”

Al moved the food around on his plate for several more seconds before setting his fork down. “I'm not eating this crap.”

“It ain't bad, Al. Give it a try.” Mac shoveled more food into his mouth.

The phone rang and Al picked it up. “Do you know this number?” He held it up for Mac. After a quick look and a shrug, Al turned it back to stare at it. It rang again then was silent. “I guess if it's important they'll leave a message. He set the phone back on the table and pushed the plate away.

Mac wiped his mouth with the napkin then leaned back in his chair. “I'm full.”

Just then the phone rang again. Before Al could pick it up Mac grabbed it. “Hello? This is Mac. Naw, he's just sitting here. Yup. Yup. Uh, huh. Oh. Okay. Bye.”

“So?” Al asked taking back the phone and slipping it into his pocket. “Who was it?”

“Sally. She asked we bring the plates to her school.” Mac said standing up and collecting the plates.

“Why?” Al frowned standing up as well.

“It's her school art project. She forgot it this morning.” Mac carried the plates to the door.

Al opened the door and followed Mac to the car. “Seriously? An art project.” Al shook his head. “What are you gonna tell her about that missing one?”

Mac grinned. “Oops.”