Prompt for March 9, 2016

Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following opening:

The church was quiet as Robert “Bobby” Sourcil climbed the three steps to the pulpit. It was a bright Friday afternoon and the sun, in all it’s glory, was shining through the stain glass windows sending beams of colour throughout the two-hundred-year-old church. The warmth of the sun, however, did not lighten the mood in the church. It rarely does for funerals and Bobby’s son Richard was well loved in the community.

Bobby reached into his pocket as if to pull something out but he shook his head and instead placed his hands on either side of the podium and looked out at the members of the community that had come. That he had invited to come. It wasn’t a large crowd, just thirty-seven people, but he had kept the funeral arrangements quiet and only invited those who he knew had to be here so it was the right thirty-seven people. He cleared his throat and began.

“I thought I knew pain. When Cecilia died it had been after a long fight with cancer so her death, while tragic, was expected. Richard and I mourned that day but we moved on. We had to. Oh, there was a whole in our hearts, I won’t deny that, as Cecilia was a big part of our existence. My wife, Richard’s mother, she was the reason why we woke up and went to work, why we came home late, filthy and grimy from the job. We lived to make her happy. That’s love.” He paused for a moment and took a deep breath.

“Richard, on the other hand, Richard … He wasn’t supposed to die. A father isn’t supposed to bury the son, it’s supposed to be the other way around. Especially this way, a violent way. We try to protect our loved ones – wife, child – and we know that it’s our job. I’ve failed my job. Twice. But I can’t let it end like that. I have to make amends.”

Bobby reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun and as he did the doors to the church were closed and barred by his brothers who also pulled out guns.

“One of you killed my son. One of you lured him to his death in that alley. And one of you is going to die before those doors open.”

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