In A Moment

We don't know why we did it.

Why we, heart pounding, ears racing, heavy footsteps stomping on the pavement, chain-lead swinging in the January chill, we pursued him. He was older. Taller. Faster. With a bag of Tesco shopping in hand. He crossed the road, weaving between the breaks in the main road traffic. 

Three boxes. 

It was just three boxes of some medication we couldn't catch the name of. 

Maybe we could have dashed between the cars. But we didn't. He disappeared from view behind a blue van.

We don't work there, at the pharmacy. It was our local one. But ... it... felt right?

Or at least in the moment, it did. 

We didn't know what he needed them for. It could very well have been a Jean Valjean moment. 

Or else, maybe he was doing it for a thrill. 

We can't know for sure. 

He got away. 

In the moment, we did something. 

Whether it was good...

Who is to say? 

We certainly don't. 

But it felt right.