She tucked the small onyx figurine into her bag. It wasn't like her at all to steal anything or even to be impolite. She lived her life so very... vanilla. Always appropriate. She was proper. Nearly to a fault.
The weight of the elephant statue, likely only a few ounces, was heavy in her satchel. She felt a rush of adrenaline to be doing something so risky. How long would it be until the tusked accent would be missed? Would it be completely forgotten by the little old lady to whom it rightly belonged? Consumed by the sheer mass of random decor pieces collected over a lifetime, would the loss of its individual presence matter?
The theft itself, the matter of taking was the true concern - the reality. And it was far too late now to take back the moment unaltered. When her fingertips parted from the feet and the mini-mastodon had settled into the jumble of items in her bag, she was in past backing out. To pull the elephant out and replace it she would have to explain herself. Reveal to all gathered there that she was coming unglued.
The weight of the elephant statue, likely only a few ounces, was heavy in her satchel. She felt a rush of adrenaline to be doing something so risky. How long would it be until the tusked accent would be missed? Would it be completely forgotten by the little old lady to whom it rightly belonged? Consumed by the sheer mass of random decor pieces collected over a lifetime, would the loss of its individual presence matter?
The theft itself, the matter of taking was the true concern - the reality. And it was far too late now to take back the moment unaltered. When her fingertips parted from the feet and the mini-mastodon had settled into the jumble of items in her bag, she was in past backing out. To pull the elephant out and replace it she would have to explain herself. Reveal to all gathered there that she was coming unglued.
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