Martha had chased the thief down a network of side streets and now he had disappeared. Earlier she had been walking briskly away from a cafe when the thief had snatched the handbag from her shoulder and kept on running. She had instantly run after him and now she had ended up here. For all she knew he could be hiding behind any of these doors.
Martha now gingerly walked down the narrow alleyway trying to listen to any sounds around her, just in case there was some unseen nook that was giving him cover. She began to wonder why she had become so invested in this chase, after all it wasn’t even her handbag…
Word count: 113
This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #93.
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