Quiet as a Cat (flash fiction)
Be quiet as a cat.
How can I? Surely, they can hear my heartbeat echoing up the stairs, into their bedroom.
Deep breaths. Wear cheap socks you can buy anywhere, in case fibers are left behind. Walk like a cat across piano keys.
Fitting. Nice piano here. Nice things everywhere. Pritchard, you picked a good house. First job’s a big one. Don’t get cocky. Like Pritchard taught. Job’s not over yet.
You can’t miss it. Big abstract in the living room. No frame. Just pop off the staples holding the canvas to the frame, roll it up, slip right out.
So far, so good. How can a painting so ugly be worth so much? Just get on with these staples. Easier than cutting the window and pulling off the piece with suction cups and crawling through. No alarm bells. What was that? Creaking? Stairs? Oh God, he’s got a gun.