Friday Fictioneers: Distraction
They did it for fun, pushed their friend in a wheelchair uphill.
It became a distraction to those who gathered to watch.
I felt the hand reaching to pickpocket. I grabbed it, twisted, and turned.
“Hi, little sis,” he said. “I taught you well.”
“Hi, big bro,” I said. “Haven’t seen you in awhile.”
“Well, you know.” He shrugged. “You being a cop and all.”
“My wallet!” was followed by, “My necklace,” and “My phone.”
I was distracted. My brother’s hand slipped from mine. By the time I turned around he’d disappeared along with his stash and my wallet.
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