“Mrs. Noble, I want you to look closely at each man and let me know if you see him,” said Detective Scott, “and take as much time as you need.”
Fear made me clutch the plastic cup tightly and the water began to spill, but Scott reached out with a sure hand and steadied me.
And that’s when I saw him, the thief, standing in the lineup, smirking at those of us on the other side of the mirror.
Thief, rapist – it’s all the same; taking me as he did, he carried off my sense of well-being, robbing me forever of my freedom.
“That’s him,” I said, pointing, and turned away, sick to my stomach.
© 2015 All Rights Reserved Kate Loveton, Odyssey of a Novice Writer
Note: Story written in response to Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction (here). This week’s prompt was to write a story in five sentences using the word “thief.”