The Curiosities

The Hollow Thief

Bilori was made of glass: glass bones and glass skin, a glass heart. This morning in the café she spied mother and son and the Hermes umbrella immediately. They were the obvious choice. Oh, the endless thicket of idiots, so flippant with their possessions. Yesterday, it was the opera glasses. Today, she snatched the umbrella. She heard the voices as she arrived at the door. “It was her,” the boy shouted. So unusual for anyone to notice. So rare, the docile panic. She felt the sundae spoon hit her shoulder blade. The shatter of glass as she walked into the rain with her umbrella.