The Thief

He awoke at dawn and immediately knew that something was wrong. He had gone to sleep peacefully and slept his full eight hours. Nothing had caused him distress, not even a dog barking too close by.

But in the night, something had been taken from him. He just knew it.

He got up and frantically took stock of his possessions, few though they were. Everything seemed to be in place, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was gone. Something important, something close to him.

But who would have taken whatever it was? He had no neighbors, no family, no emenies. There was no one around at all. Just animals as far as the eye could see.

Except for the woman. She hadn’t been there last night.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“Eve,” she replied.

“O…K… Hey God,” Adam said.

“Mmm?” came a voice from everywhere.

“Who’s Eve?” asked Adam.

“She’s your companion,” God said, sounding very pleased with itself. “I made her from your rib.”

“You made her from my what?”

So that’s what was missing.

Today’s writing prompt for No Novel November is “Bone.”