Lost

“Where are they? I can’t find them.” Tobias was pacing back and forth between the living room and the kitchen, visibly stressed.

“What have you lost this time, dear?” Megan didn’t even look up from her newspaper. Her husband was always misplacing things.

“My keys.” He sighed loudly and left the room again.

Megan continued reading her newspaper. She knew where his keys were, but said nothing. She smiled to herself.

There was a series of loud crashes from the living room.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m looking down the back of the sofa.” There was more banging.

Megan got up to see what her husband was doing. She entered the living room and was greeted by a cloud of dust. The sofa was destroyed. “What the…”

“I was perhaps a little over-exuberant,” her husband explained.

“Here,” she said, picking his keys from the table in the hallway and throwing them at him.

“You knew where they were?” he spat as he rushed from the room.

Megan couldn’t believe he’d ruined their sofa. She stood and surveyed the damage and heard her husband swearing under his breath in the hallway.

“Where’s my fucking briefcase?” he yelled.