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Writing Challenge 2020 Day 8: write a story about a skilled pickpocket
I searched through the crowds of people, looking for someone or anyone who looked like they had a few pennies to spare.
I never robbed poor people. It was one of the things that helped my sleep at night and cope it’s the guilt. These rich, stuck up empty heads deserved it anyway.
So invested in the things that really don’t matter in life that they went through life with an air of ignorance and self-righteousness. Climbing people to get the to the top of the social ladder, and kicking them down once they’d reached the safe place.
In fact, they had what was coming to them.
There, the perfect victim.
A dark-skinned bombshell with luscious black curls and chocolatey eyes strutted through the streets in her crimson Louis Vuitton heels, complimenting her scarlet mini dress.
Diamonds, emeralds, sapphires: you name it, she was wearing them.
Jewellery usually wasn’t my speciality, but for today, it had to be.
Casually strolling over to her, I intensely watched her impatiently tap her phone screen before growling at it and throwing it into her baby pink Chanel bag.
“Can I help you?” She rudely questioned, raising one eyebrow suspiciously.
Now I was in such close proximity to her face I could see the pale freckles dotting her nose and sprinkled along her defined, angular cheeks.
“Can you direct me to the train station?” I rambled, unnerved by her natural beauty.
“It’s just down the road, right round that corner over there.” She directed me, turning around to point out the corner that she was talking about, leaving her completely vulnerable to my… skills.
Like I said, the perfect target.
I felt bad for doing what I was about to do, she seemed like a genuine girl, just born into the wrong family, we didn’t get to choose our family as I knew all too well.
Smoothly, after years of practice, I unbuckled her diamond watch, making extra care as to not graze her skin, and deceivingly slipped it into my pocket.
“Right, well, uh, that will be all. Uh, thanks.” I stammered, pushing my hands into my pockets and stumbling away, scared she’d notice her now non-existent precious wrist piece.
“What, no thank you?! I guess you won’t be wanting this back then…”
I turned around at the sound of her taunting voice floating towards me, to find her twirling my brown-stringed precious necklace with a topaz jewel hanging from the bottom, gifted to me from my mother with the same topaz coloured eyes.
“If your gonna be a stealing a**hole, at least do it properly.” She smirked at me, still twirling the necklace between her perfectly crimson manicured nails.
I’d been played at my own game.
This was so fun to write. Blaise (that’s what I’m calling the sassy, badass girl) is totally my kind of character to write about.
I like writing about characters with a bit of… character! Sassy, no-bs attitude and outspoken 💕
I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this (a lot 😂)