Post by Oatik on Feb 5, 2009 14:57:21 GMT -5
The day was perfect; I'd stopped in the middle of the street to bask in the warmth of the sun. Suddenly a small man darted out and stole the half eaten cookie from my hand. Clouds covered the sun and my mood soured. I lashed out at the street urchins on my walk home, kicking one in the knee. My day was no longer perfect.
I woke with a start. Was that gun fire? I ran to the door throwing it open to look outside. I stopped, stunned. There on my porch lay the man who had stolen my cookie. Shot dead!
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I woke with a start. Was that gun fire? I ran to the door throwing it open to look outside. I stopped, stunned. There on my porch lay the man who had stolen my cookie. Shot dead!
