Opportunist Stories

It was an old shop in a new part of town. An anachronism, a dim and musty niche of knick-knacks and old things. I loved the place, I liked the atmosphere, I loved browsing it's shelves and old artifacts. I also liked teasing and flirting with the owner's wife. Her husband was as old and fusty as the shop itself; his wife was, well, unexpected. For a start she was from continental Europe, Dutch, if the accent was anything...

Ben and Craig were small-time criminals supplementingtheir unemployment cheques with the proceeds of theirpetty crimes. Their favourite ploy was to trawl neighbourhoodslate at night looking for house or car doors left unlocked.This night brought them to a part of the city they had nevertried before. But they were having no luck. Everyone roundthese parts appeared to lock their car and house doors. It was 3 am and they wer...