Rascals

Rascals

"Oh for Pete's sake!"

Jennifer looked up from the jewelry box she was searching through. She watched in the mirror as Jerod pulled clothing out of a drawer and threw them on the bed.

"What are you doing? You're destroying all my hard work," she said, exasperation coloring her voice. "I just folded those and put them away this morning."

"I can't find my sock! How do you lose one sock?"

"I'm sure it's right in front of you. I swear, if I ever want to hide anything from you, I'll leave it out in plain sight!" With a sigh, she walked over the dresser pushing him aside. "Let me see the sock you have."

Jerod held up a black sock with a black on black diamond pattern.

Reaching into the drawer, Jennifer produced the mate.

"That wasn't here a minute ago," Jerod protested.

"No, I'm sure it wasn't. The sock monster is playing tricks on you again," she laughed, handing it to him and returning to her dressing table. She stood staring into her jewelry case. "I just saw that earring," she muttered to herself.

She heard Jerod let out a laugh and, looking up, stared at him. "Did you say something?" she queried.

"No, sweetie. Not me," he said, pretending to zip his lips. "Do you need some help?"

She continued to stare but raised one eyebrow. Jerod knew that look and quickly returned to getting dressed.

Peeking out from under the corner of the bed ruffle, the shadowed form of the Hosengeist stifled a laugh. Turning, it saw the dust bunny approaching with a shiny circle held in its mouth. Oh, this is going to be a fun day, it thought, its grin shining in the darkness.


Notes:
An entry for the 12/26/11 round of "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge"  [13+]
Prompt: Write a story that includes the phrase: "That wasn't here a minute ago."

Word Limit: 300
Word Count: 290

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Ken