The plastic retained the warmth from Steve’s hand as her fingertips ran across the buttons. No one could resist a remote control left vulnerable and unprotected, like a dollar bill lying on the sidewalk? Didn’t she deserve a turn? On second thought, she had a better idea.
Where could she hide it? Sarah looked around the living room for the perfect place.
In the bookcase…No, he would go there first because of her love of books.
How about the planter? That wouldn’t work since it sat low on the floor and right beside the couch. Too easy!
Steve’s footsteps approached from the kitchen. Her eyes searched for a quick stash and found none. She pushed the remote into the back of her overalls as he rounded the corner.
“Hey honey, do you want something to drink while we watch Monday Night Football?”
“You know, babe that would be great. I would love a tall glass of tea and some of your famous nachos. I have been craving them all day.”
Sarah hoped her lie would be forgiven since it contributed to her playful atmosphere…besides she needed to buy some time. Steve cocked his head to one side and grinned.
“Are you okay? You’re standing funny.”
“Oh…yeah…I’m fine.” She straightened up and felt the remote begin to slip down the back of her pant’s leg. A smile camouflaged her concern of being discovered and Steve seemed to buy the act.
“I would like some nachos, too. That’s a great idea.”
He turned on his heel and headed back into the kitchen.
Sarah shook her limb but the controller became lodged. She shoved her arm down into her overalls tangling her bracelet on some buttons.
Steve rounded the corner reading the label on the pepper jar.
“Do you want jalapeńos on those, babe?”
Sarah fell into the chair hiding her restriction as Steve looked up for an answer.
“Sure. Sounds great!”
He furrowed his brow and gave her a strange look.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, I am fine…just relaxing for a bit. By the way did you notice our bluebirds are back in their house?”
Sarah pointed her free arm toward the window to distract his attention.
“Yeah, I saw them the other day. I’m glad they’re back.”
He turned back to the kitchen as Sarah sighed and began her struggle once again.
“I’m gonna have to take these overalls off just to get that remote.”
Steve yelled from the kitchen.
“What did ya say, babe?”
She bustled down the back bedroom hall, shut the door and recovered the gadget. Sarah searched the room for a good hiding place and her glance landed on the full length mirror. How could she have missed it...the perfect spot.
The closet contained all the items she needed and before her husband discovered the plan, everything was in place. The clink of the nacho tray announced Steve’s arrival in the living room.
“Honey, have you seen the remote?”
She kept quiet hoping that would lure him from the television set into the bedroom.
“Honey, where are you?”
Steve opened the door and smiled at his wife.
“Looking for this?”
Sarah dangled the remote from a string tied around her neck as Steve put his football plans on hold.
“Looks like you have control of the remote tonight.”
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.