Getting Rid of the Guns
By: Jim Bates

Karen walked into the garage. "Rick, what are you doing?"

Her husband was taping a box shut. "I'm getting rid of my guns." He pointed to his phone. "It just came over the news. Another shooting."

"Oh, no." Karen collapsed on a stool next to the workbench. "Where?"

"Texas. Five killed. Twenty wounded."

"But you love hunting."

"Well," he paused thinking how to put it. Then he pointed to her stomach. Eight months pregnant. "I don't want our daughter growing up with these around."

She opened her arms to him. "Come here." Love is what she felt. Along with relief.


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