Ed and Edna made their way into the cavernous stadium for the big game. As they passed a condiment stand near the hot dog concession window, Edna innocently reached over to the stack of napkins.
“Stop, thief!” the vendor screamed from behind the window. “Those napkins are for customers. That is stealing!”
Edna froze, not knowing what to say.
Ed stepped in, looking at Edna holding two skimpy napkins. He turned to the irate vendor and then read the menu board updated in chalk: Regular Hot Dog $9.75.
Ed glared at the vendor. “The only thief here is YOU.”
This 99-word story is my contribution to the October 7 Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge to "write a story about a thief or a theft."