Michelle returned from town recently and presented me with a pair of pistols. I admired their heft, the quality of the maker’s craft, and their action. They felt good in my hand. I loaded and test fired them. They proved accurate at a good range.
I’d expected her to find something closer to the weapons I’d known and used as a boy: perhaps a Walther P38, translucent, in lime green or electric pink. Instead, these are a new breed of water pistol, modeled after science fiction ray guns. Still, they, like those I trusted so long ago, would do the job.
The job: keeping our younger cat, Spice, alive. Because, if she doesn’t stop crying, I’m going to kill her!
Spice, smug, and, for a brief moment, quiet (Photo: Sarah Zeiger).
