Short Story Poem #57

Caught red handed he runs,

Away from the bright glory Sun.

Hiding in the darkness he stops,

Hoping to bypass all the cops.

As he holds the bag filled with money,

A young kid stands in fronts of him, starring.

"Get away from here!" he said,

The kid just stood still as if he wasn't afraid.

"Don't make me kill you!" as he pulls out a knife,

"I don't see the point of stealing, sir." the kid sighs.

"This is none of your business."

"What if I told you you have been cursed?"

"What curse you crapping about kid?"

"Your emotions seek your greed."

The robber stood still,

"Don't you have a kid to kill?"

He remained silence and said,

"This money I stole is for my girl, Kate."
"What about her?"

"Shes suffering from heart cancer."

"My dad is a doctor, he can help."
"Foolish kid, you think everything is cheap?!" the robber repel.

"He is a nice guy and he likes to aid the sick."

"Are you..serious?" said the robber standing and holding the knife looking like a freak.

"It's better than stealing, isn't it?"

A tear fell off his pupil. "Thank..you. Kid."

So as promised, Kate has recovered,

10% from miracle 90% of heartful love was all she devoured.