She knew he was coming before he did: before he'd bought the gloves, before he'd scoped the place, before he'd even moved up from disturbing the peace to petty shoplifting. He'd always been coming here, ultimately, like it was a scripted thing in a movie she'd seen in her youth.
She waited until he was inside — until he'd eased the door shut behind him, until he'd stopped to wait silently for his eyes to adjust — and then placed her hand gently against his chest. "You have something I need."
He stood frozen as his soul began draining out of him.
ohh... poor thief I must say!!
ReplyDeleteTina from The Sunny Side of Life
He bit off more than he could chew. :)
DeleteThis was a thriller in it's kind :)
ReplyDeletehttp://drsushreedash.blogspot.in/2015/07/thief.html
Thanks for reading! :)
DeleteWow! sounds like part two would be amazing if there was one!
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading and commenting :)
DeleteI am so curious, what happens then
ReplyDeleteShe absorbs his soul (which he clearly wasn't using anyway) and then hijinks ensue...
DeleteThriller!
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteHe deserves some anxious moments. well crafted.
ReplyDeleteSome anxious *final* moments, even. ;)
DeleteBrilliant! Powerful, succinct, with such depth. The thief being stolen.
ReplyDeleteVery kind, thank you :)
DeleteWell woven story, looking forward for it's continuation :)
ReplyDeleteThis is pretty much it :)
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