She leaned against the weeping willow, sipping from a fresh cup of tea, holding it in both hands as a shade against the night chill. If she could get away with this, it would be the heist of her career. Sonneteers would pen roundelays while balladeers sang her praises.
Cunning & stealth would be vital, never more so than for this. She had just put the children to bed. But their guests were still here. She needed a pretense for her husband & friends.
“I thought I might find you out here.”
She turned to find her beloved soul mate almost upon her. Speaking of stealth, he had done mighty well with that back door.
“Trying to steal a few moments for yourself?” he smiled as he took her in his arms & drew her close.
“It was worth a shot,” she countered with a wry grin of her own, casually brushing cookie crumbs from the shoulder of his cardigan.
“How about I steal something from you?” he enjoined, leaning in for a kiss.
Holding him tenderly behind his head, she pulled him close.
“I like your heist even better than mine.”
About the Creator
Retired Ordained Elder in The United Methodist Church having served for a total of 30 years in Missouri, South Dakota & Kansas.
Born in Watertown, SD on 9/26/1959. Married to Sandra Jellison-Knock on 1/24/1986. One son, Keenan, deceased.
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