Prompt: The pen hadn't been worth stealing.
The pen was nothing special – something purchased at a back-to-school sale. Plastic cap, blue translucent body. The ink had long since dried up.
Yet it held a place of honor on the mantle next to the framed photographs of smiling people and treasured mementos of happily ever after.
He remembered well the day he snatched it out of her hands and dashed about the classroom, dangling it just out of reach as she tried to catch him.
And catch him she did.
Over and over again.
No. The pen hadn’t been worth stealing.
But her heart most certainly had been.
*Flash Fiction is fiction under a thousand words. I participate in a weekly prompt that's limited to a mere one hundred words. That's crazy short. You can check out the other participants' stories via their links on the WonHundred Word Wednesdays Facebook page here.*