The first time he stole he was eight.
The challenge of an older sibling.
The first time he stole it was from his father.
His brother taunted and teased
until it became a double-dog dare
which he never could resist.
The first time he stole, it was a pen.
Blue ink. Fat and heavy in his hand.
Dad's favorite.
Dad's favorite.
And so began his hobby.
His small rebellion inside an orderly, uneventful life.
1 comment:
I liked the original very much, but I really love the re-write.
xo, steamie
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