Within minutes, the street is empty. All onlookers gather in the center of the square. Talisa ignore the crowd. She must find something to eat, now. Moreover, this entertainment is a good thing. She raises her head, trying to inspect that nobody watches her. She crosses the gaze of an another villager. The other stealer supports a few moments to look her. Then she enters the bakery. When she leaves, Talisa sees her to hide some breads inside her jacket.
She must also fly. It is a necessity, and left to fly, she observe the place. She walks cautiously towards the delicatessen. Last winter when she was just looking for something to eat. She begged the butcher to give her leftover meat that he threw. He had slapped Talisa and had alerted the guards. She had done nothing but she had to flee. Today, he would pay for this affront.She winds a old rag around her hand. Then, after a last gaze, she break the glass. She quickly grabbed the sausages and other pieces of meat on display. She bury up the meat under her tunic. Finally, she tighten her tunic.
But when everything seemed to be okay, a male voice sound behind her. "Dirty thief, put that !"
She flip-flopped. A guard is behind her, she rushes. Talisa flees, dropping most of the pieces of meat on the ground. She rushes towards the streets, she knows lose the guard. She blink the eyes, blinded by the rain. However, the guard catches her arm. So he is about to shoot his hand on her, she pushes her nails into her plump arms. He jump back, and the young woman flees... Who could help?
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