The Priest
It looked like the kid in the black hoodie had a gun in his hand. And, we all knew that the officer, who was coming around the corner, couldn’t see him.
The priest raised the Glock and fired, hit the kid square in the chest, knocked him flat.
The guy in charge whistled. “Why’d you shoot?”
“Thought he had a gun.”
He reran the video. “It’s an axe—he’s splitting wood.”
Everyone could tell the priest felt foolish. No matter. We got on the bus and rode to the shooting range. We wanted to see them shoot the 50-caliber rifle.
From Guest Contributor Andrew Miller
Andrew retired from a career that included university teaching and research. Now he has time to pursue his long-held interest in creative writing. Check out some of his publications at: http://www.andrewcmiller.com/
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