Unravel Flash Fiction
Updated: Jul 28
Thieves And Cigarettes
He puffed his last cigarette as he crept towards the store. There was no one else in the street.
“You sure that it’s disabled?” he said into the phone.
“No alarms, just like every other time, Boss,” the youngster replied lazily.
He took a last glance around and threw a rock through the glass. Instantly an alarm rang out.
“Shit, there must be a secondary system we didn’t know about,” the youngster said but he was already running, he would not be caught.
It was only once he was a safe distance away he realised the half-smoked cigarette was gone.
“Ma’am, I have to ask you to move away,” I said, stepping towards her. Silent tears ran down her face and her hands fisted into her gown.
“This is my house. I need to know what’s going on.”
“I know. Calm down and please move away from the crime scene.”
“Crime scene?” I winced at her tone; it was bordering on hysterics. She gasped, “My daughter. What are you doing with Maggie?”
I sighed. Of course, I had to be the one to tell her that her husband was in the hospital and it was Maggie that put him there.
First published by Black Hare Press