Back to the Fictioneers at last! (Who are the Friday Fictioneers? A loosely (dis)organized group who post stories more or less a hundred words long, based on photos posted by the one and only Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Try it – you’ll like it!)
My story follows – please let me know what you think!
So here I am, temp agency security for discount retail, plenty of room in the aisles and the whole place like a big open barn. Used to be, stores were like palaces. High ceilings, marble columns. Crowds you could hardly push your way through. Tough job being one of their security guards.
Back then, I worked alone. Went with the territory. And believe me, I learned how security spots all the sneak thief tricks. But you get older, you get clumsier and slower, and getting honest starts looking like the smart bet.
I wasn’t just a good thief, I was the best, so good I had a clean record. Just a little resume fudging and I got this job. I like it. Keeps me sharp without the agita.
Excuse me, got to go put the fear of God in that kid over there.