The Chase
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…
Joanne Fisher
Word count: 113
This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #93.
©️ 2020 Joanne Fisher
joanne the geek 
Not hers? For shame!
She should know better not to chase bandits into dark alleyways also. O_O
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Lol! Anything worth doing…
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That’s an interesting story. So whose bag was it?
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She stole it herself which is why she was walking briskly away from the cafe…
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Ah-ha. I thought it the case but didn’t want to jump to the wrong conclusion
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Knowing you, it was probably her girlfriend’s (future girlfriend, maybe) handbag.
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Well it was a handbag she herself had stolen, hence why she was walking briskly away from the cafe…
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