The Burglar, Part 1

I stood up. This would be an easy place. Swiftly putting on my gloves, I made sure that none of my skin was showing. I crept up to the front door of the house and turned the knob. Unlocked. Perfect. I crept inside. Soon I would be on my way to the stolen goods dealer.

As I had thought, the house was an easy deal. I was on my way in less than an hour, quicker than I had hoped for.

Did you just read that? Oh yes, you did. This is my personal confession. I am a burglar, by profession. Don't meddle with me. I have never been caught. I work alone. No police officer has ever found my trail yet. And this is my story.


*this is fictional. A real robber is not writing this blog.*