Agoraphobia

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he thought
he should go out

he told himself
he must go out

the thought came
the thought went out

he stayed inside
he did not go out

©Alka

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For The Daily Prompt : Solitude

Kleptomania Aborted

(My Haiku using the words Bird & Red)

Too bird-brained she was
To thus get caught red-handed
Thief’s Labor Lost

I’m not making fun of some woman caught stealing by a shop-keeper via his CC camera.

“What was she doing? Stealing? My gosh!!  But she’s so well-off, does she need to steal a lipstick?”

“She’s a kleptomaniac”

Kleptomania is the inability to refrain from the urge to steal items and is done for reasons other than personal use or financial gain, defines Wikipedia

So, is this stealing compulsion a depression of a some sort?  After all this act is for some emotional satisfaction rather than material gains. Kleptomaniacs often steal things they do not really need.

While this mania is not totally harmless, there are often no ill-intentions as such towards the product owner. That’s why stealing is carried out without any intelligent plan, and hence many kleptomaniacs are caught, esp. when it becomes too much of a habit.

And because most kleptomaniacs are women, it makes sense that women make news for getting caught stealing petty things.

Men. Either they never steal…or they do not get caught.

Jokes apart, women are generally reputed to seek happiness through shopping, what we positively call ‘retail therapy’. For some, excessive shopping that is seemingly harmless does help fill emotional vacuum, while others who are more emotionally disturbed, take this shopping addiction a step further to find comfort in addiction to stealing.

Possibly it’s not as innocent as that. It could be a bad habit from childhood carried till adulthood. A moral lesson not learnt.

Whatever it is, the need is to not make fun of anyone who’s addicted to this kind of petty stealing but get the person to seek counseling so that the root cause of their problem can be traced.

klepto
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My Haiku poem and thoughts in response to Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge 59.
Key words given: Bird & Red

Luigi – The Bruised Assassin

Here’s my first ever short story for ‘Mondays Finish the Story’.
In this challenge, the first line of the story is given to us and we finish the rest. The inspiration comes from the picture provided.

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The picture for the story by  – Barbara W. Beacham


Luigi – The Bruised Assassin

The family had no idea that little Luigi would grow up to be…a serial killer!  While the news about yet another killing embarrassed the family, they were equivocal in their disbelief.

One jeering aunt remembered how baby Luigi always played by himself, “One-by-one he would take all marbles out of the box, and put them back…”

That reminded Uncle Tom, how at a community fair, young Luigi won an award for eating twelve burgers in a row.

Aunt Alda retorted “But don’t forget he was almost a fanatic! How he broke one glass after the other, just because we laughed at him after his burger binge”

Luigi’s mother was hurt by such talks. She knew her son had intensity about him. But she could rely on him for any repetitive task, though not on her other kids.

“My hardworking sensitive child! Only if his huge family had helped him with anger management”, she defended her son regretfully.

It so happened that when Luigi was ditched by his very close university friend, the tiff ended up violent. One accidental murder then led to many others, till Luigi became a runaway.

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Did I take little Luigi to a dangerous territory? He could very well have grown up to be a teacher, doctor, fire-fighter or a saint.
I wrote another story where Luigi is a fashion model. You can read it here: Luigi – The Alto Achiever

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Written by Alka Girdhar. Copyright © 2015 ~ All rights reserved

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