'Thief!' shouted the grocer.
Bee darted away, apple clasped in her hand, and crashed into a guard.
'Not her first offence,' the grocer puffed. 'Gets in the tightest places.'
She grinned impishly.
'Does she?' The guard considered her. 'Then I think I have a job for you, waif.'
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Flash Fiction
NouvellesTwitter has a daily prompt using the hashtag #vss365. This thread will be for pulling those stories, plus other very short stories, into one place. There are a mixture of genres, the occasional sequence with repeated characters, and a mix of serious...
