The hardest: Lil Wretch

Reads: 317  | Likes: 1  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 1

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: dreamscape

Delves into the deeds of a young thief. Part 2 coming.

Body tense, eyes predatory, palms clasping the other in turn repeatedly, now the moment. Broad sunny daylight, in public, who turns out to be a young black man, snatched a purse, coming loose of its owner with the barest residence his hand could tell. Running for a getaway, the yell reached his ears from behind. 

 

His place to check his gains in peace and rifle the contents was boldly outdoors, leaning against a wall. 

 

Back at the scene the owner wished they could tear his head off and stash it in the purse. He has no qualms going about his life – sleeping, gaming, breakfast, normal stuff. Earning an honest living is one person’s way, robbery his.

 

Why do people steal? Excitement despite wealth, are children unaware, starvation, poverty, feed your own kids.

 

So what’s this good for nothing’s excuse?

 

Broad sunny daylight, where any alert citizen can see, entering a house he most likely did not pay for via the basement window. Thinks what he finds he’ll sell, because a different kind of score from the purse. Guaranteed no cash lying around in an abode. At least in plain sight anyway – but jewellery, electronics, what thieves know, the like somebody would buy. 

 

The life catches up to the thug when a homeowner surprises him. 

The purse theft had lots of witnesses, so what? None of them had his legs. 

 

The man demands to know who the intruder is, dropping his groceries, charges a wretch. A struggle, which ends with the young man escaping his grasp. The owner doesn’t call it quits, a chase ensues in the home. The young thief is soon through a laundry window, because the owner loses his grip. 

 

The youth is outside and runs for all he’s worth. A good distance away stops, catching a breath. Again outruns comeuppance. Has he? He begins walking after, but in no time at all while this owner either can’t match his legs, tripped on a pothole.


Submitted: February 25, 2019

© Copyright 2021 dreamscriber. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

Comments

hullabaloo22

Well told, dreamscriber.

Mon, February 25th, 2019 9:41pm

Author
Reply

I welcome your side of the equation.

Mon, February 25th, 2019 1:58pm

Facebook Comments

More Flash Fiction Short Stories

Other Content by dreamscriber