Monday 7 December 2015

The Hiding Place

Rodney would never have realised that the gun was with me all this time. I know that it was driving him mad. He had looked everywhere except the place where I had hidden it.

The phone rang and Rodney went towards it, but then decided against it and started searching for the gun again. After 8 rings, Frank finally picked up the phone.

“What is it?” he hissed.

“I told you not to call here.”- “If they catch me I will be in trouble. I don’t care if it was urgent and he is dead. If I were you I would throw him in the toilet for a swirlie.”-

“Listen, bosses are about to come and I can’t betray their trust. I need the cash, okay?”- “I’ll see you”.

He kept the phone with a loud clank. I was listening to their conversation from under the bed. It was then I realised, why Rodney was looking for his gun.

What he didn’t know... that I had hidden it.
It had been with me for the past 3 hours... hidden in my diaper.

(P.S. It was sad how Frank, our babysitter, was rude to his girlfriend even after knowing that her fish, Gubble, had died).