They had closely done a recce of the area. They had marked the locations carefully and identified the camouflage points. Once there, they had to act quickly. There was no time to lose.
As darkness fell and the night creatures sang in the distance, they knew their stage was set. Once the curtains were drawn and the lights were put out they could put their evil plan into action. They had to lie low till then.
They were determined to show them what they were made of! How could they refuse them something that was rightfully theirs? They had to revolt against this tyranny. Tonight they would relish their spoils.
They waited till the time the entire household went to sleep to make their strike. Eyes alert, hearts pounding and scuttling like a mouse, they covered the space through the tricky terrain within moments.
While one of them kept a vigilant eye out for detractors, the other swifter one climbed up the surface. His meticulous movements brought him straight to his goal. As his shivering hands held the devoured treasure, he chuckled.
Had he accounted for the wayward patch of moisture on the surface, their crime would possibly have gone undetected. Destiny, as it turned out, had other plans. He slipped, squealed, and fell on the floor with a thud. Immediately, a crash followed.
His partner stood there wide-eyed, paralyzed momentarily with shock. Within moments the lights came on and everyone rushed to the place the alarming noises had originated from.
The kitchen floor was strewn with cookies and glass pieces all over. Caught red-handed, the speechless and embarrassed grandpa-grandson duo looked sheepishly at the ground while their family stared in disbelief!
This post has been written for Day 4 of the 7 day blogging challenge BAR-A-THON.
Today’s prompt is ‘Caught red-handed’.