It was a drug deal.
It took place in the parking lot of a small apartment complex.
I was with my husband and his mighty addiction.
My eleven month old son sat in his car seat in the back.
A young man, perhaps eighteen or so, came to the car
with four other guys.
The boy pulled up a sawed off double barreled shotgun
from his side and pointed it at my baby.
Horror petrified me.
I could scarcely breath.
I dared not move.
Thank God, the deal was made and we left.
Once my heart started pumping again I became furious.
For months afterward I would imagine
many ways in which to torture that bastard
and then to rob him of his life.
The only reason I went with my husband that night
was so he could prove to me that he was not cheating
on me when he stayed gone all night.
The truth was he was chasing that elusive dream.
He is, now, in prison.
I have since forgiven the lost young man who really needs help.
But, had he shot my innocent baby,
he had better shot me, too.
Author notes
This is a true story.
A contest entry
- A Reason To Kill by Girl With Guitar.
600 points, ended February 11, 2008, 22 entries
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I'm sorry that it's true, sad ending, it fits my contest but it's not one of the top runner's because it's not a perfect fit. Good write all the same, glad you and your kid weren't shot!
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Ahhh this is very sad. Sorry about your troubles Dear. Drugs can make a person crazy and do stupid things. Hope that you don't have to deal with this again. Should have learned a lesson from this besides the affects of drugs on a person. to many people get killed over them. Great write I wish you the best of luck with it
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Oh, what a sad state to be in - glad things worked out in the end, and that you are now free of this trouble. Sad that others have to go through this when their partner has an addiction. Much better off without him, as you probably know by now. Thanks for sharing this hair raising part of your life through these words.
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Dynamite!
Ouuccchhhh the hairs are bristling on the back of my neck. I'm a mother and experienced some of the emotions you must've gone through as I read it. You're last line is so powerful and couldn't have been said better. This is one of those poems that lingers on after you've read it.
Peace Georgia
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Thank you for your comments on the piece called "My Baby."
It's something a mother would understand. I'm out of that life, now. Thank God. Shancy.
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