by Jack Vivace
Copyright 2010-2012 Jack-a-Dreams Press
Over, Under, Around and Through
I didn’t even notice the guy until after he grabbed my bag. I darted after him as soon as I was able to process what was happening, but it did me no good. He was off the train just as the doors began to close, and I reached them too late. I punched the door-open button a few times just for stress relief as the train started moving.
I glared at the door for the entire fifteen minutes it took to get to the next stop – damn suburbs – and ran out onto the platform there as if I expected the guy to be waiting there, somehow, as part of his getaway.
forced myself to stop as the train doors closed and it continued on
without me. Going off on a tangent, running around like an idiot,
that wouldn’t accomplish anything. No, I had to figure out what I
was dealing with.
First of all, I had no idea whether the guy who stole my bag knew what he was doing. I’m a freelance occultist, after all. My bag may not be ordinary, but it certainly looks it.
My friend Mark would laugh at me if he was here – his bag is enchanted so that other people can’t touch it. I thought about something like that when he did his up. He even offered to do mine! But I thought it would draw too much attention if it was randomly shocking people who got to close on the train or in a crowd. Mark’s a lot less social than I am.