#constructive feedback please

(Danzig, Karanya, dawn, June 1528)

Becca was used to people staring at her. She supposed it was ironic, then, that she of all people was a thief. Someone who had to stay low and inconspicuous while she got her job done and cleared out. 

But today, as she hid behind a crate of apples while picking out what she figured would be its most forgettable contents, she swore she felt someone watching her. 

She turned in the midst of putting one of the fruits in her knapsack to scan the crowd. A small shower of long, skinny dark braids fell next to her face, and she hastily pushed them back into the wrapped scarf on her head. Sure enough, her feeling grew. She swore she saw a woman’s head, with dark curly hair and a headscarf similar to her own. No sooner had the young thief blinked, though, than the woman had vanished. 

“Hey, what’re you doing in there?”

Becca’s head shot up to see a ticked-off fruit seller glowering at her. 

“Whoops.”

As the seller reached down to grab her, Becca gave the tower of precariously stacked crates a sharp kick. The pile promptly toppled towards the vendor, who caught it but cussed as Becca slipped out from under his grasp. The vegetable farmers and bakers joined the chorus cursing her and her ancestors, but it wouldn’t do them any good. She’d already gotten what she needed - a dozen or so pears and apples and two loaves of bread - and she certainly wasn’t giving them up...