A man was walking down the road at night.
Being stealthy and afraid at the same time.
Crouching behind his car he looked on.
Doors closed quickly. He saw people entering the building.
Enemies? ‘No’ The man said, ‘Not all of them’
Fear crept into his heart when he saw the hooded strangers.
Growing up the walls of his heart, it shook the foundations of his beliefs.
Have they harmed my family?
I should go in. NOW!
Just remember, he warned himself, this is your own house.
Kings don’t barge into their palaces.
Loaded guns would greet him if he threw himself in like that.
Must think of something else!
Nothing came to his mind until he saw the empty boxes lying around.
Oh yes! This will do.
Perhaps I can pretend to be a delivery boy.
Quick scuffle, and they will fall.
Reaching out for an empty cake box, the man filled it stones.
Standing on his own doorstep, the man knocked.
There was no response. Nobody answered. He gingerly pushed the door and let himself in.
Useless a weapon his stone cake was. But still, it was better than nothing.
Various songs were being sung in the upper room. People were laughing. And suddenly everything went silent. Maybe they were onto him. He heard someone say something about a minute.
When the countdown started, that was when he started to feel all was lost.
X-rays of his life started flashing before his eyes. All the things he had done. And all the things he should have done. He started crying.
You are late! Again! And what’s up with the stones in the box? We aren’t having a campfire here. Somebody yelled at him.
Zig-zags of happiness warmed his heart. It was his girlfriend. And a lot of guests following her.
Apparently, someone was late to the new year party again!