
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.
Thank you!
Β©Aashi D Parekh
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Glad you felt so!π
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You’ve wonderfully portrayed human morality in actions. β£
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Oh such a lovely tale! π
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