The Winner Stands Alone

Never the one to shy away, the disgruntled kid rushed to the shopkeeper and gave a mouthful, slurry of abuses. His mother was denied entry to the shop where she was employed on charges of betrayal of trust. She was held responsible for discrepancy in cash collected for a day. She had pleaded honesty, but the shopkeeper was adamant and had jostled her out of the shop. There was a gathering of onlookers, most of them attempting to have their share of fun at the hapless situation of the lady. The kid, barely 7 years old had come in for strong defense of his mother. If there was anyone who trusted the lady on the busy street, it was him. He could not control his ire against the shopkeeper and opened up a slew of verbal abuses much to the astonishment of the crowd. The mother tried to console her son, but he was determined to offend her offender. He picked a stone that lay at a distance and hurled it at the shopkeeper with brute force. He was exposed to the ruthless slaughtering of animals. He had carried cartons double his own weight.  He was strong enough to bring down a tree in a few strokes of his axe. It was the time to bring down his mother’s offender. The stone struck the shopkeeper’s right eye as blood splashed on the money that was deposited in the open drawer. The shopkeeper let out an agonizing scream that made people tremble in fear. The kid had another stone in his hand to indicate anyone getting close to him would face a similar fate. Everyone stayed back. No one ventured into the unsafe territory. The kid picked his mother, dusted her off the dirt and disgrace, and led her out of that place. There was one clear winner that evening.