We steal from shops.
It starts with small newsagents, one of us daring the other to take a pen or a packet of sweets. Gradually we move on to larger targets – supermarkets and corporate stores. Taking turns to steal something of ever more value, gaining the respect of our peer group.
My turn is a large department store. As I wander the floors a security guard follows me, tuned into my intent. When I emerge from the store some minutes later, now wearing his hat, the crowd greet me like I am the king of thieves.
A 100 word story for the Friday Fictioneers.
Photo (c) Marie Gail Stratford