Shoot Safely

Posted: October 10, 2013 by writingsprint in Drama
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caseIan loaded the gun box into the back of his car. His wife Angie stood behind him, beaming. “I’m really proud of you,” she said.

He winked. “I always wanted to teach him how to shoot.”

“Me too,” she said. She kissed him. “Come on, big man. Let’s go home.”

His mind kept spinning as they drove home. He imagined a thousand and one accidents. Angie had always been the calm one. “He’s going to have to learn to do it safely,” he said. It wasn’t the first time.

“Will you relax?”

“He could lose an eye. Or worse. When I was his age I always used to wave one around like a nut.”

“We won’t let that happen. We’ll lock it up until he’s older. How’s that?”

Ian nodded. “And we keep the keys on our key rings, not just in the house somewhere.”


They arrived just as the guests were showing up. There were balloons tied to the mailbox, along with a sign that said, “Happy birthday Robert!”

The party was a hit. How often do you turn thirteen? Robert looked just like Ian, so much it was scary. He and his friends took over the basement for the rest of the day. They watched movies, ate pizza, played darts, ate more pizza, played video games, finished up the pizza and ordered more. Then they played shuffle board, hung out and acted like goofs. They jokingly tried to get Ian and Angie to let them sip beer – not that they wouldn’t complained if they said yes – but Ian folded his arms and told them no way. Most of the gifts were CDs or video games. Then it was time for the gift from his parents.

Robert tore into it with abandon. He didn’t know what to think when he saw the case. He opened the case, his eyes widened. He looked at his parents. “No way!”

“It’s a stick?” one of his friends asked.

“It’s a teenage-size pool cue,” Ian said.

“He’s been nagging us about a pool table for months,” Angie said. “It’ll be here next week.”

“Hell yeah!” Robert cried. He jumped up started making pretend shot angles with it.

“What did I say?” Ian mumbled. Angie laughed. “Robert, stop waving that thing around—”

“Before someone loses an eye. I know.” He hugged them both. “Thanks!”

Ian smiled. It was amazing what you could get in exchange for a used Smith and Wesson.

This post is brought to you by the prompt “guns in the toy box” from Inspiration Monday at Be Kind Rewrite.

  1. Ha! So cute (do guys hate it when you call their stuff ‘cute’? Sorry. Charming?). Did NOT see that coming.


  2. KP says:

    A great twist in the tale (tail?). And there’s me expecting a thirteen year old to be loosing off a few rounds.


  3. writingsprint says:

    I’m not against it, but I wanted to surprise the reader :).


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