Awww I remember when I was writing my eighth blog for Lent. Now after I write this, there will be only eight more to write. The thing is I feel like I’ve run out of things to write. So, I thought I’d do a writing prompt from back in the day creative writing class. I’m going to do a random article search on wiki and base my writing on it today. Okay, so maybe it’s not entirely old school but the basics are the same… or close enough.
There are millions of things I never thought would happen to me or anyone I know. My brother winning the Barbados Lottery was at the top of that list. Him dying shortly after he won was only slightly less expected, but perhaps it shouldn’t have been.
My brother moved to Barbados to work at a resort a friend of his was trying to get off the ground. Then once the resort was a successful destination for the wealthy tourists to stay, he decided to stay on because he loved the weather and people. He even met a local girl who worked at the resort as well, and somehow after she came into the picture, I knew he was never moving back to where we grew up. She was the one who called me to let me know he had been murdered.
The room was spinning and the entire world fell silent. My younger, free-spirited brother was dead? No, that couldn’t be correct. I was the only one left from my family now. There must have been some mix up. It took a while for me to regain my senses, but as soon as I did I booked a flight to Barbados. In a haze, I threw some random things into a bag, and my roommate drove me to the airport.
Finally, I landed in Barbados. His friend and girlfriend were the ones to pick me up. It had been years since I had seen my brother’s friend, and this was the first time ever meeting his girlfriend (although we talked on the phone regularly). We smiled at each other sympathetically and hugged. Then they guided me to the friend’s car in the parking lot.
On the drive to the resort, my brother’s girlfriend told me what happened. She and my brother were out on a date on their day off. (Yes, they were still working at the resort even after he won the lottery.) They were sitting outside at the restaurant talking about the future and planning a trip to visit me as a surprise for Christmas. Things went eerily quiet as a car sped around the corner; it slowed down just a bit as it passed the restaurant. Two shots were fired. The first hit my brother in the arm, and the next one was the fatal shot straight through the head. Then the car sped off, and someone was screaming. It took a minute for his girlfriend to realize it was her.
There were tears in both our eyes by the time she was finished telling the story. My brother’s friend added after I dropped my things at the resort, the local police wanted to speak with me. I nodded and dabbed my eyes. And I realized that my brother’s murder wasn’t random. It was a hit. Someone had wanted him dead.