A nightly battle. At the end of a long day, I collapse in a pile of fleece and synthetics, my ever chilled body warming instantly in my heavenly cocoon of carefully purchased coverings.
I get up, for a glass of wine, a trip to the loo. 2 minutes, that’s all it takes.
He stares at me, his dark chocolate eyes glistening in the soft glow of the lamplight. He knows…
Curled up in the blanket, my blanket. As I lower myself next to him, glaring at his thieving cuddly cuteness, I try not to smile.
I cave. Every time.
This blog post is part of Charli Mill’s Flash Fiction Challenge issued by Carrot Ranch Communications.October 7, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a thief or a theft. Consider motives and repercussions. Is the act a matter of perception? Is it a daring maneuver or a desperate bid for survival? Think about different instances of stealing.