Being on the run…it wasn't like it was a hard
thing necessarily. I was good at it. I never got caught and I got good sleep in
back street alley's making strong use of sources for beds. I changed clothes
every two weeks when I could…borrow them and ate as much as two days, once
again, when I could. But there were bad days and this…this was one of those
days. London was particularly large town. It was uneven and hard to navigate.
Being winter, right around Christmas, it didn't make it much better. I was in a
local market and I hadn't eaten in a few days. I needed something. I had water
so that wasn't the challenge but the hunger was death defying. I had a nice
tomato on my target that would taste amazing with the small block of fresh
mozzarella cheese and baguette I had just lifted but there were authorities
everywhere. Today of all days. I took a deep breath and just lifted it, putting
it in my pocket, then walking casually. "Hey…hey you!" I didn't turn or even
stiffen a muscle but kept an even stride. I made no sign of panic until I felt
the hand touch my shoulder. I glanced back just as the cop was ordering me if I
was lifting. I broke into a sprint at that time. I jumped over the shipment of
nasty fish and into the loading docks. Boats were everywhere and I knew that a
boat stow-away would be nice get away but I didn't feel like being on a fishing
boat a long time. The cop was following me with another recruit as I cut sharp
left into the packing stations of fish and under a table to another isle,
cutting the next left. They were still on my tail. I didn't know this part of
London that well. Like I said, London was hard to navigate. I soon found myself
close enough into a busy part of town that I ran straight enough. I was running
so fast, my brown hat fell off and let my short bobbed, silver blond hair flick
and chase after me. I grabbed the hat just as quickly though and kept pace.
Soon I was in a large crowd in what looked like a town square. I skillfully ran
in a strange pattern through the crowd for the cops to get slightly confused
and then I jumped into an alley. I stopped for a split second to examine my
territory and then jumped up a crate, to a small over hang, the jumped and laid
on the roof. I heard footsteps of cops run by and then I felt I could finally
breath. I smiled at myself and sighed, looking at my loot. A small block of
cheese, one tomato, and a baguette. It looked so good. It would last me a
couple days, I just had to be scarce with it. This is what it was like being on
the run. But little did I know I wouldn't be doing this anymore for much
longer. Things were going to change.