The hand glided o’er all the rubies, the opals, the Tanzanites & Musgravites, only to stop o’er a flat square that was paler than a winter afternoon. The hand picked it up by the corners, slowly.
There were no words. ‘Twas that 1.
The face looked both ways. The aisles were packed; but no eyes were on him. The clerk’s face was blocked by a crowd.
The feet took a step, then ‘nother, then ‘nother, till they were outside.
The clerk allowed 1 glance @ the door, just to be sure the thief was gone.
Li’l did the thief realize the true value o’ what she stole.