jpalmer2
"Mr. Booth, we'd like it very much if you came out here." John grasped his bleeding leg and cursed the skies. "I'd rather come out and fight!" David leaned in close to him. "I can't do it John. I just can't." He ran outside hands in the air. "Ah Mr. Herold how nice of you to join us." The soldiers in the group fiddled with their rifles, anxious now that they had succeeded. "Conger come in here and I'll show you what a man does in this situation," John yelled. He had given up on escape but now only his pride could be saved. "Set the barn on fire Sergeant." The flames broke out quickly and Booth panicked. He rustled his way towards the door but as he reached the opening he met the barrel of a gun. "What was that all about Corbett?" asked Lt. Colonel Conger. A few soldiers dragged Booth's dying body out of the barn and toward the farmhouse. Corbett avoided the eyes of his superior officer and merely said "I couldn't let him live." "I suppose that's reason enough." He walked away toward the farmhouse and Corbett let out a sigh of relief. Completely unsuspected, he had brought the ordeal full circle and all was right.
A thief of thoughts can't make ends meet. He gets by on what he does and no one seems to mind or notice. But integrity stings him while the rest of the world is plagued by originality. Is it so bad what he does? Does he steal or recreate? Give birth to something new from what was old? What's to do, no sleep tonight.