Tiny Tale: Rubies.

Sitting on the park bench across the road from the jewellerys shop that Miles was staking out on this cloudless bright sunny day. With a pair of binoculars raised to his eyes spying directly through the display window which didn't have security glass or any other security devices, only plain ordinary glass. Behind the glass are five blood red rubies, four the size of small marbles and the largest one the size of a chickens egg collectively they'd be worth $100.000 give or take a few hundred dollars.

Shoppers were few and far between on the ground today, so Miles placed the pair of binoculars in his backpack, took out a club hammer strolled across the road dodging traffic, mounted the footpath stopped in front of the window, smashed it to pieces, scooped up the five blood red rubies dropped them into a small side pocket of his backpack. At break neck speed Miles took off down the footpath heading for his apartment.

Finding his front door keys Miles opened the door then headed straight for the kitchen where on top of the bench lay a large bag containing tennis rackets sitting by it's lonesome was a fake tennis racket made of plastic much bigger than the other ones because the fake tennis racket has a hollow handle so the five blood red rubies would fit snuggly inside. Stuffing the five blood red rubies inside the handle sealing up the opening with a bung then threw it inside the bag mixing it up with the other tennis rackets, zipped it up then stashed the bag inside the main bedrooms built-in-wardrobe throwing other bags on top until a suitable buyer could be found. (c) 2010 Windsmoke.