I walked through the city late at night trying to get home from a long day at work. I was at an interview, and I wore my best clothes. But I realized that I may have wanted to change out of these clothes before leaving for home.
A man came up to me, and held my hands, begging me for my spare change. I denied him, then denied him again. Finally the man cried and told his life story to me. I scolded him, yelling at him that money didn't just fall out of my pockets. I realized I did look like I was a man of much money.
I felt my wrist and felt a bare sensation--my watch was gone. The one watch the rich man gave me for my kindness, the thousand dollar watch... I saw him running away, and then him jumping into something. I ran over and saw a hand sinking in the newly placed concrete. I tried to pull the hand out, but just found it sank farther under. I decided that it may be a proper burial for a man who was a thief.
The next morning I came to see the concrete. His body sank upward, causing an imprint of where the concrete covered his face. I remembered the stolen watch, and felt a strange feeling that the watch was so close, yet so far. Would it be ruined by the concrete? Or did he hide the watch under his shirt? I remained skeptical on this case.
A few weeks later the man's body was identified. I watched on the news as they took the body out of the concrete to find that there was no concrete at all--it was a shell of a body. They found that the concrete was so carefully prodded to look like a man's body was underneath. Every single detail looked so precise, so detailed. A note was folded with care and said: "I am naught a man of little brain or artistic talent." And so the man with the stolen watch was never found.
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