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”.