The Snatch
Micro Fiction
I peeked around the corner casually while Louis sussed out the mark. Oblivious, he sat gazing into space at the park perimeter, his pricey leather laptop bag strap looped loosely over the bench back. Next to him, a tuna sandwich lay partially unwrapped, and next to the sandwich, a banana. I wrinkled my nose. I hate bananas.
A gold ring flashed on the guy’s finger as he raised his hand to brush the hair out of his eyes. He sighed, distracted. Perfect.
Louis strolled by, pretending to look for someone he knew. He kept going for about ten paces, then carefully doubled back behind. He looked at me. I nodded; the guy hadn’t noticed him at all.
I left my hiding place and walked towards the bench, needing to get close enough to get the mark’s attention so Louis could make the snatch. I’d pretend to chase him. Louis could easily outrun anyone, and I’m not a snail. The guy saw me and leaned forward.
He got it! We ran, muscles straining with the effort. The surprised guy jumped up, not knowing what had hit him.
After about a quarter of a mile, we stopped. Stolen tuna tastes the best.
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Natalie Wilkinson
Writing. Woven and Printed Textile Design. Architectural Drafting. Learning Japanese. Gardening. Not necessarily in that order.
IG: @maisonette _textiles
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Comments (11)
Stolen tuna? Must try it sometime. Well done and congratulations on your win
Loved this! Congratulations!
Love love love! Made me think of some of my favorite movies. You set the scene perfectly. You held on to my attention the entire time and then made me cackle. But more than that you made me think and reread it. Had a different perspective each time I read it and that to me is the beauty of writing. Well done. Original.
A great plot here! Congratulations on your well-deserved recognition!
Nice plot twist!
Great twist! Congrats! Who knew tuna was so tempting?
So witty! Loved it. Congratulations on the placement :)
I was expecting a totally different twist. So well done! Congratulations on placing runner-up! You deserve it!
Lol. That was great. Congrats
Lol 😆 stalking a guy for a tuna sandwich.
"Stolen tuna tastes the best" 😁 love that line.