WITH A QUICKNESS
By:  Travis Seewald
None of us knew what is about to happen.
It happened so fast that it might as well not have happened to anyone at all.
The only people who really felt anything or experienced anything are the girl that it happened to, the guy who did it, and the two employees at the coffee shop.
But who is really counting?
In this case, it is me.  But then again…..
Who is REALLY counting?
This guy is quick, like a ninja,
Only real and one meter in front of me.
This is happening now!
I sprang to my feet as the event had already unfolded, seconds too late.
What was I to do?
Or anyone for that matter?
Like I had said, very few were actually affected and even that wore off.
Everything she had worked on was now gone.
Sitting there in a local coffee shop, and from out of nowhere, err he came from outside.
With quickness, I couldn’t even tell you what ethnicity he is.
The only thing I can say for sure is that he wore dark clothing and he was fast!
Come to think of it, fast isn’t a descriptive adjective that is useful in describing someone who can mask the fact that they are fast if they are under suspicion of being a thief.
His speed made me feel impotent.  And I don’t mean the impotent in the way that great authors have meant it!  I mean this guys speed made me feel like I had sex with a hot woman and I am too drunk to get it up to have another go at her.
Anyways, he lunged in the door of the coffee shop and the slickest move know to man,
He nicked up this girls laptop while she was typing on it.
No shit!
Like that, it was gone.
It sucks to be that girl, but she will live.