
Here are the opening paragraphs of The Picasso Caper.
The Picasso Caper
by S. Ashley Couts
King's Cross Rail Station, London:
The American teens at the entry, wearing T-shirts and shorts, posed for selfies. In their youthful excitement, they totally missed the two criminals heading for the entrance.
Doggedly trudging toward the entrance were the honeymooners, Mavis and Alex Greenwalt. He pulled a battered, lime green suitcase tied 'round with a bungee cord. Her crossbody shoulder bag contained cosmetics, sundries, and her medical needs. Among other ailments, she was diabetic. Both ached from the trip, her com throbbing and his arthritic knee causing a bit of a limp, but they were dressed for travel in matching white windbreakers and thick rubbersoled shoes. Grandma and grandpa on vacation heading to catch the train out of King's Cross.
The suitcase wobbled as the wheel caught. Alex let out an exasperated sigh. It was heavy, but they'd soon remedy that. In fact, they would not take a train to Bath or Glastonbury nor would they watch the sunrise over Stonehenge. They were not at all what they seemed to be as they walked through the station and headed toward the public restrooms.
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