Jeffrey looked anxiously behind him. Scott wasn’t there! “Scott! ” he whispered fiercely in the dark. No answer.
Trying to keep his pulse and his steps steady, Jeffrey strode purposefully across the garden and eased himself through the gate. He stole one last glance at the house, fervently hoping Scott was alright.
That’s when he saw him. Scott was on his knees; meticulously taping together the glass door they’d just cracked! Jeffrey’s eyes bulged in disbelief.
Making a snap decision, he secured his loot firmly in his backpack and headed off at a fast trot- still incredulous.
A thief with OCD? For goodness sake!
Friday Fictioneers #100 words
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