Word count: 100
Roger figured the weeds would conceal him but after an hour, hunger overtook and he ended up eating all but a few strands. He’d also arranged the boxes (consciously ignoring those tasty sheets of paper) hoping that Rebecca wouldn’t find him.
“Really Roger?” Rebecca appeared, “you have no imagination.”
“But you took forever! And I…”
She rolled her eyes and scampered off, calling, “Count to twenty, then come find me!”
He hesitated; not wanting to offend his new girlfriend but boy, those papers sure looked yummy.
Just one, he thought.
Upstairs, Rebecca had again succumbed to those delicious cotton pillowcases.