The Pickpocket

Today, I caught the Magpie – a notorious criminal who’d kept eluding us.

Once upon a time, I knew two truths: I’d join the police and I’d marry Franki. I decided the latter the day she laughed at me for wearing a jumper to the beach. She ran in and out of the water, gathering treasures until she turned blue. Because I couldn’t stand the sound of her chattering teeth, I gave her my jumper. She carried her magpie possessions home in my bucket.

On the wrong side of the cell door, Franki remains silent. But the evidence speaks for itself.