Lock
You'll have to use your smartphone, after all.
It takes a long time to find the hidden pocket, and before you can open it, you hear the sound of a lock being opened and the loud lament of a very old door. The light coming from the inside blinds you.
"That's not yours, stranger," a raspy voice says just as heavy steps come towards you.
A second later you are being held by the shoulder of your shirt, and you are forced to stand there almost half an hour listening to complaints about how "you strangers are always disrespectful, but stealing is too much, your hear me? Too much!".
Eventually, a police car shows up and the man explains that you stole his flashlight. After checking the object and tired of hearing you and the man as you try to talk over each other, the officers decide to escort you home and leave you there with a warning that sounds a bit like an apology.
You go to sleep with a felling of loss.
The end.
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