A little boy eyed the bakery for hours.
He waited for his opportunity all day as the Baker diligently sold his cakes and scones.
His stomach rumbled in agony, almost giving away his cover. It seemed, he was low on luck that day.
Suddenly, an elderly man stumbled and dropped his walking stick. As the Baker went to help him, the kid grabbed a pack of bread and ran.
He walked to a quiet corner to enjoy his loot.
“Hey little guy! I’m here”, he said to a scrawny little pup.
“I told you I’d not let you down, didn’t I?”
He emptied the contents of the bag on the floor for the dog to eat and went on his way to work at the medicine factory.
Things are not always what they seem.
© Abirami
THE OBSESSIVE WRITER 