We stood facing our prey. The packet of birds' nest stood out. "What are you getting for Mom's birthday?" "That." While my brother diverted attention, I stole it. Successful. After the first experience, I turned greedier. I no longer wanted to be poor. I committed more crimes. Finally, I get caught. I was still greedy.Saturday, May 23, 2009
Micro-Fiction - Greed
We stood facing our prey. The packet of birds' nest stood out. "What are you getting for Mom's birthday?" "That." While my brother diverted attention, I stole it. Successful. After the first experience, I turned greedier. I no longer wanted to be poor. I committed more crimes. Finally, I get caught. I was still greedy.
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The moral is crime/greed doesn't pay. But it's addictive. Another title might be "Five finger Discount." Maybe your setting could be a country where they cut off hands of captured thieves. Then your title would have to be "Stubby."
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