Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Junior, by Dima



Jews?  No, maybe not.  They were wearing some sort of weird clothing.  Gypsies?  Gustav’s eyes followed the pack of girls until his mother grabbed his cheek hard and scolded him for staring.  The crossing light flicked to the green Ampelmann and the crowd started to shuffle forward.  Gustav followed, but felt a tug at his back pocket.  He whipped his head around and found himself looking into the scared eyes of one of the gypsy girls.  Gustav’s new bonded leather wallet clutched in her hand.  Next thing you knew, they were darting down the street, thief pursued by mark.  He caught up and gave her a great SHOVE.
Horrified screams came from the crowd on the boulevard as they witnessed the small girl fall under the wheels of the bus.  Gustav looked around, felt sure he was unseen, grabbed his wallet, and slipped back toward his mother.

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