Author's Note: I wrote this story based on an untitled Nursery Rhyme from The Nursery Ryhme Book edited by Andrew Lang. Below you will find the nursery rhyme I drew inspiration from:
THERE was a man, and he had nought,
And robbers came to rob him;
He crept up to the chimney-pot,
And then they thought they had him.
But he got down on t' other side,
And then they could not find him.
He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,
And never looked behind him.
Steve was
loading the dishwasher when he heard a clashing sound. He stopped what he was
doing and walked closer to where the sound came from. He thought it came from
his living room but wasn’t sure. He walked closer and closer and heard yet another
clashing sound. But, not he also heard voices. He saw 3 men standing near his
living room table wearing masks and carrying guns. They found me, her thought.
He knew they were looking for him but didn’t think they would find him this
quickly. He looked around in a panic. Where can I hide, where can I go? He
asked himself. He looked around and saw that his only escape was his chimney.
Steve ran to his chimney and shimmied up and hid inside. He could hear them
looking for him and threatening to kill him. Steve started sliding down the
chimney. He couldn’t hold himself any longer. The men heard him and ran to the
chimney. His life flashed before his eyes and Steve got the strength to shimmy
all the way up and out of the chimney. He jumped off the roof and started to
run and run and run. He was going to have to start all over again. New name.
New town. New life. Steve was tired of running. He missed his family and
friends. He wanted to know how his children were doing, how big they are now.
Steve just kept running and running. He had no chance to see his family again
if he was dead. He ran and ran. He finally reached his safe house where he had
everything he needed to start over again. Money, car, new identification, cell
phone. He had to make it quick so the men wouldn’t find him. He grabbed
everything he needed and headed for the train station. Maybe they won’t find me
in Paris, he thought. But, this was his last time to run. He was going to fight
back next time and figure out a way to reunite with his family. One day.
Bibliogrophy: The Nursery Rhyme Book, edited by Andrew Lang and illustrated by L. Leslie Brooke (1897)