A name

I wanted to give this a try. This is a very short story that has multiple interpretations and is very deep and thought provoking. Read slowly, and multiple times. Mull it over. Comment. :)

A young man about the age of eightteen, dressed in expensive clothes was walking down the street when he noticed a middle-aged man come around the corner of a building weilding a pistol which quickly was aimed at the young man's head. With a raspy smokers caugh, the middle-aged man said to him "Give me your name, so that I own it and it is mine. I have lent you much that you owe, and is past due." "No. A name is given to everyone on Earth, where it should stay. Any man or woman who gives up something so precious is like a baker selling all of his flour before he has made anything of it." With that the young man was shot in the heart as he struck the man in the face.

Author's Note

A name. Freedom. Some things are worth more than life itself.