Sunday, August 31, 2014

Stolen Breakfast

You can't be surprised if something stolen doesn't work. Or you can be surprised, but you cannot be upset. You have no rights in this scenario. I took the milk off the neighbor's front steps and cursed her name when it was spoiled. It ruined my coffee, ruined my cereal.

I wasn't supposed to steal the milk. She was supposed to be there. I was supposed to be caught in the act. This is how conversations are started. If I could only make her laugh.

But I saw that car parked out front and knew her morning schedule would be off. I wasn't going to be caught doing anything. Except throwing out my breakfast.

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