A Brief Guide to Stealing


After the waitress slipped back behind the bar, I looked up to follow the sunset’s moves on the harbor — I had come early and chosen my seat carefully — and there she was


a little girl, alone, perfect in faux leopard coat and movie star shades,

as though waiting for the story to unfold, the cameras to roll,

but there was only me, a thief in the near night, snatching her image from where I sat, alone, on the other side of the window, with my glass of wine, my plateful of Dublin prawns.

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