A young man broke into my family home with a firearm.

“I’m too young to die”, he said.

“Too young to die”? I asked.
“I look at it different”. “The only person more dangerous than a young criminal is an old one”. “You’ve got to chop off the head of a snake before its poison spreads”. I told him.

“I’m sorry, I was desperate”, he responded.

He sat on my wooden floor with his hands tied behind his back shaking in fear. I was able to catch him and would not be letting him go.

“Desperate enough to break into my home”? I asked.

“I didn’t know anyone was here”, he said.

“Desperate enough to break into my home where my FAMILY SLEEPS!!!”? I shouted.

“I was stupid, please forgive me”, he insisted.

“DESPERATE ENOUGH TO BREAK INTO MY HOME, WITH A FIREARM, WHERE MY FAMILY SLEEPS”!!!, I screamed.

The guy started to cry. I could see his tear drops staining my floor.

“Don’t drop your tears onto my finish”. I told him.

His cry grew

“This is where your story ends”. I said . “No need for a bookmark”.