I checked the prompt word for this week's Sunday Scribblings yesterday, and the word was "Thief!"
On his two-hour layover in Detroit, a woman with a walker tried to pick Moussaoui’s pocket.
He was standing in line for a coffee, the top button of his dress shirt undone beneath his sport coat when he spotted the woman out of the corner of his eye--her white hair in tight curls against her head. She walked toward him, slowly. "Excuse me," she said. "Sir?"
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I've made some changes to this and intend to make a few more and then send the thing off somewhere, so I'm pulling it. If you'd like to see what's going on with it, drop me an e-mail; you can find the address on my profile.