Busted!
By Mickey
Status: Completed 9/19/2010
Archive Permission: Ask first.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
Word Count: 250
Author's Notes: Written for the February 19th, 2010 stargatedrabbles list prompt: Then the lamp tipped over... What happens next? Thanks to Cheryl for the beta.
He moved silently towards his destination. There was little light, but he didn't need it. He knew exactly where the prize he desired was kept, could find it with his eyes shut. Glancing over, he saw or rather the soft snores assured him that his punisher had finally fallen asleep.
Moving quietly, he reached his destination in no time, his gaze instantly locking on his target. Removing the lid and setting it aside, he reached in, grabbed a handful of what he'd been after, and shoved them into his pocket. Just as quietly, he replaced the lid and made his way back along the path he'd taken.
In his euphoria over his easy acquisition, he didn't pay close enough attention to where he was going. Too late, he corrected his course.
Then the lamp tipped over.
He scrambled to catch it, but was just a second to slow. Horrified, he watched as it hit the floor and shattered. There was no way that wouldn't be heard.
It was such a petty crime really. Not worthy of the punishment that had been inflicted upon him. Honestly, who really liked brussel sprouts anyway. And now he was in big trouble simply for trying to get what he never should have been denied.
For a split second, as silence ensued, he'd thought he'd gotten lucky. He could clean up the mess. Say he didn't know what happened if asked about it later. Plausible deniability!
"Charlie," his dad bellowed.
Dang. He was so busted!
THE END