Day 68 Ruminating And Writing

Burglar

That was what he had amounted to, stealing from the grannies of the street. Yet, another lady had stocked their life’s savings into their sock drawer, and he had a belly full of meat tonight. He sighed as he took the money, not wanting to think what it meant for the inhabitant. It would be easier if he could remind himself that they were better off than him, but no one in the country was. Everyone was suffering, the money was tight, and the war on the poor was making everyone feel agi...