A 225 word story written for the Daily Flash Fiction Challenge 9/1/19.
| A Pocket, Picked
Harry felt it, the brush of a tiny hand against his pocket. His reactions a bit too slow, he slammed his hand against his jacket pocket. Too late; he could feel it was already empty.
Wheeling around, he focused on a young boy with his mother. The hand had been small, child-sized. A quick scan and there was no one else that he could see that was small enough to have been the culprit.
He strode forward. "Hey, you! Hand it over!"
The woman turned. "Excuse me?"
"Are you aware, madam, that your son has just stolen my wallet?"
The boy burst in to tears. "I didn't, Mom! I didn't do it!"
"Of course you didn't, Benji," she placed a hand on her son's shoulder then turned towards Harry. "How DARE you accuse my son!"
Before they could exchange any further words, a crowd gathered, began to run. Harry stood for a moment, unsure whether he should join the crowd. The words, 'Free Money!' decided him.
There was money for the taking, raining down from the sky. The first to grab a note got to keep it. Harry reached out, had the note snatched from his fingers at the last minute. As he grabbed for another, his attention was caught by a monkey, sitting securely inside it's cage, chewing on what was undeniably his wallet.