No Sound in an Echo

He’d shown the gun earlier that summer.

“Wanna see something?” he asked, hearing the gravel crunch under tires as his father pulled out of the driveway to spend the night at Lefty’s. We tip-toed into his parent’s bedroom and he pulled the top dresser drawer open. It was heavier than I expected. Downstairs the screen door slammed and we hurried to put it back, and forgot about it.

We’d gone to my grandma’s for Thanksgiving, and heard the phone ringing as we came in. My mother answered and went white.

They didn’t tell me what happened until the next morning.

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