Yes dear Cory, in the same flea market, I took to pickpocketing, that being my first and the last time.
“How did that happen, grandpa?”, questioned little Cory.
I slyly got my hands on a man’s wallet, having a photograph, probably of his beloved and next something within me struck: I was not only stealing his money but also his emotions and so I dropped his wallet back and walked away.
This post was written in response to Three Line Tales 240. I thank Sonya for hosting this challenge. The challenge was to write three lines inspired from the prompt.
©Aashi D Parekh