Power Short: The Market


Power Short

The Market

They’d called me in to investigate.  Someone had decided that the market place was their personal property. Too much disappeared from the stalls lately.

I walked around, looking at the tourists, but no one was looting the merchandize.  I watched the usual cyclists, mom’s with strollers, kids with back-packs.  These were the people to look out for in these situations.

Sitting down at a café, I ordered a cappuccino.  A movement caught my eye.

A magpie swooped down from the church tower and landed near a costume jewelry stall. Then, hopped up and nipped a ring!  I’d found my shop-lifter!

Written for Bastet’s Writing Prompts: Power Shorts

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