SF Drabble #253 “Eyewitness”

She could hear the whine of the repulsors before she saw the running man. Where the young fool thought he was going, stolen purse still in hand, she couldn’t say: but he was giving it his best shot.

The NForceBots shot up the street after him; had there been no pedestrians to avoid, they surely would have had him already. Finally one was close enough for a clean shot, and the familiar blue beam reached out and transfixed the runner.

The purse dropped, unharmed, to the sidewalk; one of the ‘Bots swooped in and sucked it up into its undercarriage.

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