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!!ReplyDelete
Tina from The Sunny Side of Life
He bit off more than he could chew. :)Delete
This was a thriller in it's kind :)ReplyDelete
Thanks for reading! :)Delete
Wow! sounds like part two would be amazing if there was one!ReplyDelete
Thank you for reading and commenting :)Delete
I am so curious, what happens thenReplyDelete
She absorbs his soul (which he clearly wasn't using anyway) and then hijinks ensue...Delete
Thank you :)Delete
He deserves some anxious moments. well crafted.ReplyDelete
Some anxious *final* moments, even. ;)Delete
Brilliant! Powerful, succinct, with such depth. The thief being stolen.ReplyDelete
Very kind, thank you :)Delete
Well woven story, looking forward for it's continuation :)ReplyDelete
This is pretty much it :)Delete