A Stupid Little Murder
It was a stupid little murder. It made our small town look bad. You can’t really call it a murder. It was an accident. Well, the second one I guess technically you could call that a murder but she deserved it. I mean if you had known Darla, she was just a loser. Never knew what Fred saw in her.
Fred, he was a good ol’ boy. He didn’t deserve to die. But Darla that’s another story. Before all this happened if you told me that Greg would commit murder, I would have laughed at you. Greg wouldn’t hurt a fly. I mean, he was always kinda soft. He was a good friend. Well not a friend exactly but he was a good drinking buddy. I guess if you gotta lay blame it’s the drinking that did it.
He and old Fred sure had polished off quite a few that day. They were playing cowboys and Indians. Can you believe that. An old man playing cowboys and Indians with his grown up son. That was old Fred for you. He and Greg was real close. That’s what makes it kinda sad.
They were just playing around in the gun room. Pointing guns at each other; should have known better but then as I said they’d been drinking kinda heavy.
When Darla heard the gun went off, she came down to see what’s going on. She started screaming and making a fuss. You know the way Darla is. Greg was kinda upset what with having shot his dad and all. She just kept screaming and wouldn’t let up. Poor Greg he didn’t mean to shoot her but he had to do something to shut her up.
Editorial note. This is a work of fiction based on an incident that happened in a small town in Alberta in 2012. The inspiration for remembering the incident and writing about it came from this recent story by Jerry Bowles.
