Doug waited for the right moment. Patience was always rewarded.
He pretended to be asleep to throw her off the track. She glanced at him briefly. He didn’t see it, but he sensed it. He was good at these things.
Shifting his shoulders ever so slightly, he lay there, waiting.
The sound of the plate touching the table was his cue. It would take her just five seconds to turn and leave it unattended. In a single leap, he sprang and devoured the dish.
She turned, gawking. “Doug, you bad dog! Did you just eat that whole piece of cake?!”
Welcome to The Moving Quill!
For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’ve taken up the theme of
An Oxymoron rendered in micro-fiction.
Each day’s title will have one half of the oxymoron while the second half will be revealed towards the end of the post.
Follow me as I unravel each tale in exactly 100 words.