The Robber
Yesterday at midnight, A robber broke into my house. At first, I didn’t realize that he had broken in. When the fridge door slammed shut, I woke Abruptly from my deep slumber. I waited for him to come bustling in my room with guns blazing And waited and waited. When nothing happened, I got out of bed, and found the telephone. I dialed 911. They picked up the phone. ‘Hello. Hello! Hello?’ No response. I opened the closet and got my trusty baseball bat out. I went down the stairs. On the ground floor, I suddenly crashed into someone. I beat him with my bat. I turned around and found someone staring at me with pitiful eyes. I turned back, And saw only shards of a broken mirror. I heard one word. ‘Dad?’ He spoke again: ‘Dad, it’s me, John. I bought you some medicine. This should help with you.’ I looked at my hands, the mirror shards and then back at him. I didn’t recognize anything. I fainted. This morning, I ...