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A SHORT LIFE

 

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A SHORT LIFE

 

When Bob walked into the gun store, he had no idea of what he was doing. He had never owed a gun, only shot a BB gun when he was a kid, and was not a very good shot. But he was now 65 years old, he had heard about robberies in the area and started thinking he needed to protect himself. Bob never served in the military and, never did anything with law enforcement. He had been an actuary before retirement. He and his wife of 45 years were living one block off the beach in a small cul-de-sac in sunny tropical Florida. The crime rate for his zip code was less than one in a thousand on petty crimes and zero per thousand on homicides. Bob went ahead and bought a gun anyway, and took some lessons for a few weeks, although he was still a lousy shot.

One day Bob was out walking on his street, he talked to some neighbors, said hi, waved to the few, and stopped at a house that was only two lots down from his house. Butch and Jamie a couple in their late forties were outside working in the yard and they chatted. Butch mentioned they had a twenty year old son and their daughter was in high school. They chatted a little more and Bob went home.

Later that summer one afternoon there was a whole bunch of commotion on the street, Butch and Jamie were setting up for a party, their son was turning 21 and they wanted to keep it at the house. Jamie was really concerned if he went out with his friends something would happen. Doug their son was ready for the “blast” and was resting that afternoon.  Bob got nosy and went to investigate, he chatted with Jamie and she showed him a picture of their boy she was smiling from ear to ear as she talked about Doug, just a proud and happy mother. Bob asked if he could help and he set up a few tables in the back yard then went home.  As he walked home, he noticed that Butch and Jamie’s house looked similar to his and had the same landscaping, he thought maybe the same builder built both houses, but that was it. He let the thought go and home he went.

The party started at 9pm and neighbors were invited, but it was mostly Doug’s friends, Bob and his wife did not go, they were in for the night.

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For Doug and his friends the party was not really going to start until about 11, that is when they were all going to meet on the beach, no driving per mom, just a walk across the road to the beach and the moon to light their way. Perfect for anything a 21 year old man wants, friends, girls, and drinking: lots of drinking. So, from 9 p.m. To 11p. m., the parents talked to some neighbors and their friends that stopped by; they knew that this rite of passage is only for them to observe.  At 11pm they cleaned up went to bed and Doug and his friends went to the beach, he stuck to his mother’s rule and none of them got behind the wheel of a car.  The beach party went on till the booze ran out, which was about 2am in the morning, they all knew there was more to drink at Doug’s house, so they slovenly wandered down the sandy beach path towards the crossing in the road. They watched for headlights, laughed, carelessly threw some bottles on the road without even thinking about the broken glass, and eventually crossed, and in the way of drunkards: crawled, staggered their way into Doug’s yard and waited and waited, then they just tried the door and it was unlocked, so they went in and turned on the TV. One of Doug’s friends started asking;” Hey, where is Doug”? I don’t know, one replied, I thought he was hanging on your shoulder. We need to find him, so they staggered outside and as they were standing in the front yard, they heard gunshots, three to be exact, two houses away.

Doug had fallen behind the group and staggered across the street by himself. He went up to what he thought was his house and began banging on the door, he thought his friends were playing a joke on him, he banged, and pounded on the door, making a lot of noise. “Come on let me in let me in” Doug yelled. Then suddenly the door opened and Doug rushed in, he rushed into Bobs house and Bob shot him dead.

All of Doug’s friends heard the shots, and they got sobriety quick, they ran for the neighbor’s house and found Bob standing at the door with his gun in his hand. Suddenly, Doug’s friends started shouting he killed Doug, he killed Doug. The next door neighbor called the police and they arrived quickly and began the investigation. An officer went to Butch and Jamie’s house, woke them up, and asked them to come with him. They were frantic with questions, when they got to the door the officer told them he needed them to ID the victim, Jamie collapsed and Butch went in alone, he saw his son lying on the floor, dead. Bob was being questioned by the police. The police had to restrain Butch; he would have killed Bob with his own gun, probably emptying the clip into Bob’s chest or head. But the police stopped Butch and saved Bobs life.

Bob was not charged at the time with any crime, he did not go to jail. He was allowed to be a free man, he was free to hear the ridicule “ Why didn’t you call the police and let them handle it, you old fool”. And that is the mild stuff, he was harassed and threatened by neighbors and families of Doug’s friends, He called the police and made reports, but no one was arrested, it was just hearsay. A few months went by and Bob sold his house. He and his wife moved away.

The police never charged Bob because it was determined to be self-defense, he was scared for his life locked safely in his house that night, with a drunken young man banging on his door.

The End

Artemis J Jones                             [polldaddy poll=8030935]

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