Skippy’s Guilty Pleasures

Jimmy points to the empty container on the kitchen counter. “Okay, Skippy, ‘fess up!”

I look away like I don’t see him.

“Skippy?”

I hang my head. I’m busted. I say nothing; my guilt is written on my face.

Jimmy gags. “Yuck, that’s disgusting. But why? They were for my fishing trip tomorrow.”

Even if I could tell him, he wouldn’t understand why I love those jumping little crickets — so crunchy, salty, and lip-smacking delicious.

Jimmy chuckles and pats my head. “You silly mutt. From now on, I guess I need to buy a can of crickets just for you.”

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*Note: I wrote this story using the following five prompts: 

Length: 100 words POV: First Person. Plot: A confession. Location: One Room. Tone: Sarcastic.