The Honest Thief

The Honest Thief a fable of the tide line Things went missing in Dolmi village, but politely. A bottle cap from the shop's windowsill. One earring — never both — from Mrs. Bang's dresser. A marble, a brass button, the small key to a diary whose owner had grown up and moved to the city, leaving the diary defenseless and unread. Small things. Shiny things. Things whose absence you noticed the way you notice a missing tooth in someone else's smile. And always, always, something left behind. A seed. A snail shell scrubbed clean. A piece of sea glass the exact green of deep summer. "It's a fair spirit," said the old men at the dock. "It pays." "It's a thief," said Mrs. Bang, who wanted her earring back, but she said it while placing the sea glass on her windowsill, where the light could get at it, which undermined her position considerably. It was the children who solved it, because solving

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