I gazed longingly at the mahogany shelves, fingers itching. He’d left the key in the glass door.
As soon as his back was turned, I made my move. Ignoring the silver trophies on display, I slipped ‘Pride and Prejudice’ inside.
It was only one book but it was a start.
Suzan Lindsay Randle writes flash fiction, short stories and pocket novels. She lives in the UK.
