Love for the Land

It was cold at midnight. Streets were barren. One or two cars passed by now and then. The air was calm and cool, while in the dim streetlights, few pedestrians could be seen.

Suddenly, a wee-woo sound heard from a distance, and a young boy ran into a middle-aged man who was carrying a small-sized black briefcase. As this clash happened, the briefcase fell down and opened. Some transparent packets with white powder in them also fell over.

The boy continued to run but couldn't help noticing what was in the briefcase. The man put those packets back in the suitcase and closed it briskly.

On hearing the police car siren near, he swiftly entered the nearby backstreet. During all this, the boy, after whom the police were disappeared.

A police car passed by that alley while up-to-dating the New York police department about their chase progress on a walkie-talkie.

"We have lost him. Now we are heading back to the police station, copy that." said one policeman.

"Copy." a voice appeared from the walkie-talkie.

The boy who ran into a man with a briefcase was Mike. He was running away from the police after committing theft. He entered a house in a rush whose door was half-opened. There he caught his breath and started observing the house.

Michael Jonathon had a happy life. He was a good citizen and was loyal to his country as it was in his blood. His father, Jonathon James, and his mother Lilly, loved him dearly. His father was an officer in the NY police crime department and was respected by all. He belonged to a middle-class family, but all of them were satisfied with their lives. They were enjoying it thoroughly.

But their joy and happiness were not everlasting. This beautiful family of three got under the influence of someone's evil eye.

That was the worst day for Michael and Lilly when they realized that Jonathon's car was hit by a heavily loaded truck. The accident caused him severe injuries to the brain and spine, and he also broke his ribs. He died on his way to the hospital.

Lilly had completely lost herself at the death of her husband. At his funereal, she neither cried nor mourned. She just continued to murmur these words, "It can't be an accident. I don't believe it. No. No. I don't. It can't be."

She was confounded, and her eyes and spirit lost somewhere. She never uttered a word after that incident. She kept sitting on her chair, having pictures of her husband in her lap, staring at them lost in thoughts. This calamity was so intense for her that she even stopped looking after her only son.

The incident was also shocking for Mike. He was just sixteen when he was deprived of his father's affection and his mother's love. Now all the responsibility was on him.

After Jonathon's death, everything went well, but just for a few months, then they stopped receiving money from the NY police department. Their relatives helped them for only a few weeks, but then they shunned them, too.

This incident actually disclosed their cupboard love and fair-weather friendship. He wanted to go to college, but as his family ran out of expenses, he left his studies. He needed to do something to survive, so he started pick-pocketing, considering he won't get a job anywhere.

By the age of 22, he was a well-trained thief. He started stealing money and jewelry from houses and shops. He got so much perfection in his job that he was never caught. But the other day, his mind was engaged somewhere, and he didn't notice that there was a man in the shop who set off the alarm. As a result, police came up there, but somehow, he managed to escape.