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Object Writing: Pickpocket

  • Eloise
  • Mar 28, 2023
  • 2 min read

"Sorry mate", he calls after colliding against my shoulder catching my distressed sneer that flips to an earnest smile, grateful for the apology. The impact aches down my left arm, soothed by my free hand with a gentle rub to wash away the lingering memory of that moment. As my thoughts flicker back to life a momentary paranoia flits into my head, did he take something? A flash of hands slapping pockets and diving into bags, my phone! Where's my phone? It's usual housing an now empty pocket and no day pass given. I'm spun around, twisting to find the man who just robbed me but he's lost amongst a sea of bobble heads and umbrellas. Bastard. The pit forms in my gut, filling with cost of a new phone, deepening with the weight of lost memories and swelling with the violation of being robbed. Panicked and rended open I frantically phone Mum, the level-headed compassion train that will carry me to my resolution. Through gasps and sobs "He stole my phone!", "What?!" in reply. "Mum, he stole my phone!" I cry again, "he pushed into me and reefed it from my pocket...



Haha, ahhhhhhhh! I ran out of time to finish this one. So much for 10 minutes feeling like eternity. If you haven't already guessed - he didn't knick her phone and she was about to find that out through tears, laughter and likely take a silent moment to forgive that poor fellow in her mind and the karma she had just tried to spew at hime.


Glorious. So much fun!


I was really trying to get a story moving today but was very slow to start and felt easily distracted. My stride came after the third sentence and I felt a little easier going along.


Favourite lines: bobble heads and umbrellas, distressed sneer that flips (flipped) to an earnest smile, to wash away the lingering memory, thoughts flicker back to life, flits into my head, flash of hands slapping pockets and diving into bags, no day pass given, bastard (great one there), filing with the cost of a new phone, deepengin with the weight of lost memories and swelling with the violation of being robbed.



 
 
 

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