Jimmie Lee's Wake

Avatar Author: Bob Liddil I am an author of science fiction, general fiction short stories, poetry, and non-fiction. I have been published in several genres, including fantasy and poetry, as well as non fiction. At one time I published my own c... Read Bio

“He was a good boy.” Mama Lee was the first to speak. “No matter what he done, he was a good boy and didn’t need to get gunned down like that.”

Sissy sniffed; her eyes were red from crying. Her voice wavered a little. “I told him that gun was going to get him in trouble. He wouldn’t listen. He . . .” Her voice disinigrated into new sobbing, then, hiccoughs.

“Drilled one of the deputies before the other one killed him,” Bubba Ray commented. “Hit him in the leg. Boy never could shoot.”

Pappa Lee cuffed Bubba a stout slap upside the head and growled, “Be respectful of the dead, boy.”

Bubba made a face but said nothing more.

“Pizza’s here,” Junior Lee, the youngest said brightly. Sure enough a smiling perky uniformed Pizza Hut Hostess approached and laid out two extra large pepperoni pies, then retreated.

“He was cooking meth in that motel room,” the guy at the next table commented.

Instantly five pistols were drawn, now pointed at the stranger.

Every Lee at the wake said in unison, “Do we know you?”

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  1. Avatar Mighty-Joe Young (A.K.A Strong Coffee)(LoA)

    Dang sounds like my family.
    This was a good story it painted a huge picture with a very small canvas i like it.

  2. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    hahaha, loved the ending! great build up too! you deserve every pencil!

  3. Avatar Anonymuncule

    As a man in the midst of writing a hillbilly crime saga, I must say that this is pretty damned awesome. Love the tone and the meth-peddling family.

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