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Gunshots at Meadow Brook Acres

Nothing But Voices Challenge

By Gregory PaytonPublished about 8 hours ago 3 min read
Photo By Gregory Payton (c) 2024

"Is that the guy Ron, you are talking to?"

"Yes, he is ordering, he must have fallen off the wagon. I haven't seen him for a long time. Cindy told me, he had moved back home and he had gotten clean."

"I wouldn't be sure of anything with that SOB, I heard he had crossed over and was a CI now. A Sergeant with the State Police came in the pizza place where he works."

"I will handle this one Kathy, this bastard and I have another score to settle."

"What is that Timmy?"

"My brother Jack and I kicked in the door to his apartment when he lived in the Havens, and tried to settle the score then, when we first got wind of him 'talking to the boys', and we tried to kill that son of a bitch then. But we did manage to break his ribs, and bruise his liver. We beat him up bad!"

"What happened Timmy?"

"That squirrel son of a bitch had some specialized combat training, he almost killed Jack, by putting his foot on his throat. He knew how to do pressure points."

"You had your pieces with you, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but we didn't want to use them, without the silencers. We almost didn't get out of there. His next door neighbor called the cops, and we had to make a run for it. It came close, and we passed the cops, going out, coming in the entrance of the Havens."

"Was that the guy who hit you in the head with the hammer?"

"Yeah, that's him, the perverted bastard."

"His mother gave him the hammer to put up some blinds, or some dam thing."

"She's about to loose her baby boy, that serves her right, for bringing him that dam hammer. I had to go 40 minutes away to get 15 stiches in my head. I will handle this, where's my piece?."

"What ya going to do, Timmy?"

"I am going to finish what I should have finished four months ago, he should have already been dead. He left me with a scar, the fucking deranged bastard."

"What did you do Timmy? Did you empty the whole clip? Is he dead? I counted fifteen shots."

"How would I fucking know, if he's dead or not? I've got to get out of here, quick! Give me your phone, I've got to call Keith."

"Your brother?"

"Yes, my dam brother, and he better be home."

"Allison, this is Timmy, let me speak to Keith."

"Timmy he is busy right now, can I have him call you back?"

"No, Allison, put him on the phone right now, I just emptied a clip into Jenkins, and in a minute there is going to be cops crawling all over this place."

"Hang on Timmy, here he is."

"I need you to pick me up at Meadow Brook fast and quick. I'm at Kathy's house, I will meet you at the bend, by the wooded area. In a minute there will be cops all over the place. I shot off the whole clip, into Jenkins."

"Is he dead?"

"Why does everyone keep asking me that, I don't fucking know. I shot off the whole clip, and I have to get out of here. Keep your lights off, in a matter of minutes, this place is going to be crawling with frigging cops."

"You do have the gun right?"

"Yes, I have the fucking gun."

"Okay, keep it in your possession, and I will get you out of town tonight, and take you to Philadelphia. I will leave right now Timmy, don't panic, you did good Bro. I am two minutes from you, we will handle this together."

"Kathy don't tell anyone I was here tonight. The cops will probably be here, I had to leave his phone in his car. I couldn't chance leaving fingerprints leaning in his window to get it, so I just ran. The cops will probably see that he called you."

"Okay Timmy, but you realize you are leaving me a fucking mess, don't you? I will do the best I can Timmy, but I am not making you any promises, do you hear me?"

"You better Kathy, I mean it, don't tell anyone I was here tonight, or I will be back to make you pay, or send someone from the organization to do it for me, do you hear me?"

"Keep your mouth shut Kathy!"

Mystery

About the Creator

Gregory Payton

I am retired Air Force. I like to write poetry, and about the economy, and about current event. I have lost a lot in my life and I also write about processing grief.

I hope you find my work interesting.

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  • Courtney Jonesabout 8 hours ago

    What really stood out to me was how Timmy’s fear keeps slipping through his aggression. The repetition, the swearing, the urgency, all paints a very convincing portrait of someone spiraling and trying to stay in control.

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