Deft Fingers

Over the years, I’ve created several characters for my collection of stories. While I made some of them for a single story, others brought me such joy that I couldn’t help but continue their stories. Aside from the central characters from Dead Man’s Hand and Drawing Thin, there are other individuals traipsing through my mental landscape, acting out their lives. Fortunately, when I set out to write this month’s micro-fiction, I plucked Jessica from the chaos and skimmed through her history and selected a fun story with another rival.

As the micro tale unfolded, my mind drifted to the first time this wonderful thief captured my imagination, Plunging Plunder. If you would like to read her first tale, click here and become a patron. When you’re finished, come back to witness her next trick.

Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.

Deft Fingers

Jessica’s lips curled as she peered past the rough brick and watched Ruben escape the building. With swift legs, she closed the distance and entangled her arms around his. “Unless you want to attract undue attention, you shouldn’t react.”

Ruben’s lips drew to a harsh line as his muscles tightened. “Why are you here, Jess?”

“The name’s Jessica,” she said as she jabbed a fingernail into his stomach. A chuckle emerged from her throat as she winked at the lean figure. “You made a terrible choice to rob this building.”

“Don’t try muscling into my score.”

Jessica gestured about the street while her smirk intensified.

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