Keith’s Remote Control

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

A response to Thursday’s Six Sentence Story Link-up – Prompt Word: CONTROL
By: GirlieOnTheEdge
and Keith’s Ramblings response to Thursday’s Six Sentence Link-up Prompt Word – CONTROL
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Here I am yet again, stuck between two cushions, I can hear Keith fussing while he is looking for me.

But, I’m going to keep my slim little self right here between these cushions and keeping my buttons to myself.

It’s not my fault he pushes too many buttons at one time, confusing my circuits and criss-crossing them until they give me a splitting headache and I have to freeze all my connections to keep from short-circuiting.

Then, just as I do get warm and comfy in his hand, and those lovely sausage fingers begin to push my buttons in just the right way, what does he do mind you?

That’s right, tosses me aside like yesterday’s Xbox unwieldy game controls and boy does that rankle this little remote’s feelings, causing all of my buttons to shut down and I just turn myself off completely, no buttons, no lights, no tv changing channels all through the night.

So, I can hear Keith out there calling me like a common can opener, but I’ll show him, I’ll – oomph – Keith, Keith, get off, get offfffffffff.