THE THIEVES WERE close; the sour stench of their breath and the musky odor of their unwashed hair nipped at his heels. Luckily his invisibility cloak hid him from their sight. As long as they didn’t step on it. Or bang into him. Then they’d cut him into pieces before he could blink.
Written: 30 August 2015
Words: 53 wds
Inspired: dream + “Open Sesame” from KoT (+ mild “12 DP”)