Three Line Tale #18: Awakening

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.

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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.

Thank you!

©Aashi D Parekh