The
burglary
Mac hadn’t seen his family whilst in prison. For ten
years his cell heard his cries and captured his regrets. The impact on his life
was greater than he could have foreseen.
“Okay, okay I’m coming, just one more grab” he replied.
I hope this will be the last one, prayed
Mac, eventually ill have enough money to
visit my kids, I’ll be dad again. He snatched the item, knocking a lamp
over and began to leave. The resident awoke from his slumber to investigate,
Mac in a state of panic hit the man repeatedly until his groans of pain could
be heard no more. The two held their bags brimming with loot and ran. They clambered into the front seats and set
off into the darkness. Pulling up to a battered old house, they jumped out, grabbed
the bags and hastily walked into the house.
Mac confessed to Jay about the man, in hopes he would
understand. He didn’t.
“You bloody idiot! Shouted Jay, you hit him? How could
you be so stupid?”
Mac didn’t answer. His face was pale and his palms
sweaty.
“That’s it we’re done for… Finished!”
Mac still didn’t answer his eyes fixed on the blue lights
flashing through the bay window. Then came the words that all criminals fear… “Police
let us in!”
That night haunts Mac; he fears it always will, for he
took a man’s life and in some ways ended his own.
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