My neighbor's small dog saved my life today. He came running up to me as I exited my apartment in New Orleans and started that infernal yapping and wanting to be petted. Just as I leaned over to scratch his head, I heard the ricochet of a bullet off the old river brick wall behind me. My reflexes were still up to par as I turned my motion into a full drop and roll. I continued rolling until I was behind the car parked on my side of the street. Sliding my Taurus PT111 out of my purse, I listened for footsteps headed in my direction. That wonderful dog was the only one in view and it was a couple of minutes before I heard a car door slam and a squeal of tires as the gunman left the area.
Playing the scene back in my mind as I lay on the pavement, I realized that there had not been the sound of a shot. "Suppressor" sprang into my head and this meant that this was no street shooting involving a "drive by" or mugger. I had been "Uncovered".
|File size:||183 KB|
About the Author
I attended several Colleges and Universities in Mississippi and Louisiana. Many of them were glad when I enrolled and many were glad when I left. Being a child of the '60s movement at these higher learning educational institutions, I reaped many of the social rewards of that era. I survived and move into the work place. The first ten years flew by as I drew aerial maps and the last twenty eight as I built automobiles. But nothing compared to being retired. My primary goals in life were to sit at the local corner breakfast/country store/wifi center and read the local paper as I sipped the brew of the coffee bean. I have set the bar in life at the height I have attained. Nothing like succeeding to make one feel accomplished. If you like what you read, make me one of your favorite authors so I can see what part of the world you are from. Thank you.