The Pickpocket| FLASH FICTION

Everything happened very fast. The moments between when he hurriedly walked towards me and when his long fingers slipped into my back pockets were very short. At any rate, the idiot must have had a bad day, having escaped with my empty wallet and dripping blood from the multiple cut inflicted upon him by the sharp razors in my pocket. Glad, I sent him on a sabbatical.
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