Being Disliked Means Nothing To a Bully---Picture 3

Twelve-year-old Cliff was moaning in his sleep. Again--bad dreams of Bob the Bruiser who lived right next door. Bob was a thug, a creep who picked on smaller kids like Cliff and knew on Monday mornings they’d have cash to steal, lunch money for the week. He’d take it all. Till after school, these kids would get no meal. The Bruiser ate his fill and had a ball. Bad Bob saved up a pile of loot and bought a bike. He told his victims what he’d done. He jeered, “You’ve got no proof. I won’t get caught. Tormenting all you losers is such fun!” One day the bike was lying in between his yard and Cliff’s. The Bruiser wasn’t there. Cliff was outside. A man he’d never seen said, “Let me buy your bike. I’ll treat you fair!? Cliff’s conscience stirred, but then he thought of how he’d been abused and robbed. He said, OKAY!” The stranger said, “Two hundred?” Cliff yelled, “WOW! That’s just right, Sir.” This was Cliff’s lucky day. Bob’s parents would deal wisely with their son when neighbors told them just what he was like. They’d see he made amends for all he’d done. They’d NEVER know what happened to that bike. January 12, 2018 entered in Eve Roper's There's a Brighter Side Contest (picture 1)