Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Lions, Tigers and Bears
He blew his brains out in Ohio, but before he pulled the trigger, he let all his exotic animals out, hoping one or two of them would harm him in the most grievous and gruesome manner. Lions, Tigers and Bears, Oh My! He presented himself ceremoniously as a target, to each, unlatching the doors. But the cougars, and other caged beasts fled from him like everyone else in his miserable life. The best he got was a hiss and a swat, and that only left a few superficial gashes through his jeans. Then he had cold comfort imagining his neighbors would be locked in their houses for miles and miles around, at the same time down here he'd be laying with his brains and bits of bone stuck all over the walls. Just like his father. Ha ha ha. Ha ha. He listened for screams, and heard none. He bent his head down, and started walking back to the trailer. He hated the sun, he hated the sunlight, he hated the morning. Then he remembered he had meant to kill himself, and looked one more time behind, at the pens. He put the gun to his head.
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4 comments:
One of your best posts yet! Great.
Occasionally I get drawn into writing these stories, for some reason. Could be for the starkness (and the contradictions) of a deranged mind. Thanks for the comment!
To be fair, no one really knows WHY this fellow did what he did. While the scenario you presented is definitely plausible, he could have had other motivations or, in a deranged mind, no rational motivations at all.
While I understand that law enforcement did the best they could do with the circumstances, I feel bad for the animals. They didn't deserve death sentences.
@ TRT: You're absolutely right. I made a version, my version of the circumstances, which I have no factual way of knowing, not being there. I feel bad about the whole news. The animals didn't have a choice.
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