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He crept along the outer bank of the highway, hiding from the commuter traffic which streamed back and forth on both sides of the busy road.

It had been too easy, he thought.

Crouching low to the ground, he opened his clenched palm and examined the tiny chip. Pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, he held the silver square into the light and gazed at its reflective shimmer. This was real. He had actually taken it, and no one had tried to stop him.

How long would it be before they noticed the data was gone, he wondered.

Long enough for him to cover his tracks and disappear into the ether. He gave himself a day to erase all traces of who he was and where he had been. The merchant wouldn’t even know what he really looked like when the authorities asked for a description of the culprit.

By that point, he would already be someone else.

– Written by Miss A on September 10, 2012


About 365 Things to Write About

I'm inspired by almost anything and everything creative - nature, architecture, art, words, music...I like to roam along streets, through foreign countries, and within my mind where the world is full of endless possibilities. I dream of being an idealist, but I've experienced too many harsh realities for that wish to ever be true. Therefore, I look for the hope and the good in small nuances, and I express my thoughts and feelings about the world around me on pages and canvases whenever I can.

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