Prompt: Write about a thief.
Response: You would think that I of all people would know a thief when I saw one. You would think that I would have been able to spot him a mile away - that I would be able to see straight through his charm and disgustingly attractive facial features. After all that's what I was trained to do - what I was trained for my entire life. And I was good - I was the best. Or, at least, I thought I was the best.
You would think that because he found me and my little band in the underbelly of the city that I would have checked him out more thoroughly. I checked out everyone, but Rikkit was so disarming. All right, he probably wasn't disarming as a quality, but that was the affect he had on me. I think he practiced voodoo or something. How else can you explain a perfect stranger taking me off guard? You can't.
You would think that I had my suspicions about him from the beginning, but in reality I took him under my wing. I let him run most of my operation. I trusted him and I wanted to be close to him - for him to trust me.
You would think that I would have had misgivings about showing him my secret stash of gold currency, but really I was excited to share it with him.
And you would think that I would be angrier that yesterday I woke up to find Rikkit and the coins missing, but I'm not. I'm just furious that he didn't take me with him.