The Unicorn Challenge.

A magical new weekly writing opportunity from her – Jenne Gray – and me.
Visit her blog every Friday to see the photo prompt, and post your amazing story in her comments section.
Or on your own blog, and stick the link down in her comments.
The rules are:
Maximum of 250 words.
Based on photo prompt.
That’s it.

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The Dip

He doesn’t look very happy.
Nor do his three associates, each coming towards me from a different angle.
I might have blundered badly here.
You see, this is Monaco, not Medville, so the pickings are that much richer here, more so even than St Tropez.
This, of course, means that there is also a greater element of danger.
The season is nearly over, so I felt I needed a nest egg to get me through the winter.
It was either that or go to Milan or Paris, where I am rather too well known.
You see, I’m a pick-pocket, although I prefer to think of myself as a dip, which is a bit classier, and you’d have to agree that the way I lifted this wallet from that lady was pretty classy.
But, as I say, here the risks are higher, and it appears that I might have been overly casual, not spotting until too late that it contains an electronic tracker.
And the lady has these friends or, more probably, employees, who are now smiling coldly at me.
This gentleman has a certain air about him, which makes me suspect that the punishment is going to be quite immediate, and very severe.
I wonder if I can interest him in a deal of some sort.
Nah.
He doesn’t look very happy.