ravishing-radishes

"[Name], he saw you! Run, run!" You threw your newly-filled satchel over your shoulder and pivoted, sprinting in the opposite direction of the vendor whose goods you had just stolen. You could hear the portly man struggle to remove himself from behind his stall, grunting angrily and knocking over several crates of produce. You distinctly heard a muffled thump and an 'oof!', and assumed the man had fallen over in his haste to catch you. You smirked and looked over your shoulder at the merchant flailing (and failing) to find a grip to drag himself up off the dirty ground. "Thief!" the merchant screamed, red-faced. "There's a thief, get her!"