Finders keepers

‘Where did you get it?’ Mrs Heller demanded.

‘I found it,’ Josie said.

‘Where?’

‘On the street.’

‘You found a gold bracelet lying in the street?’

‘Yes. By the park.’

‘And you expect me to believe that?’

‘It’s the truth!’

‘Like you’d know what the truth was! You’re just like your father – light-fingered.’

‘I found it.  Cross my heart.’

‘And did you try to find its owner?’

‘How?  It could be anyone’s.  Anyway, it’s finders keepers.’

‘Take it off. We’re taking it to the police station.’

‘No!’

‘So you did steal it then?’

‘No!

‘Josie, the truth.’

‘I hate you!’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.