Mary Lu W8D3

Week 14 – Wednesday

Welcome to SeniorVu’s daily ‘flash fiction’, with the continuing saga of Mary Lu at the Vu. Mary Lu is a 78-year old fictitious resident of a fictitious senior living community called Hickory Hills View (a.k.a. The Vu).  Every night, while her husband Bobby (he’s fictitious too) sleeps next to her, she sends her sister Carolyn (yup, fictitious) an entertaining email updating her on the day. These are her stories. We hope they become as addictive as your morning cup of coffee. 

Disclaimer: Even though these stories may sound familiar to your community, the story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this series are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.


I have a gun now.

For the last 40 years, I’d always resisted. Shootings in the streets. Shootings at schools. Road rage. Little kids getting killed playing with guns. I didn’t want any part of any of that. And to be honest, even when we lived on Forest Lane, I was never all that concerned about my safety. Now I live in a safe, secure complex, but I’m so scared I bought a gun.

That’s what Doug Bennett did to me.

He disappeared right after getting our call implying that he’d spent time in prison. He’s out there, somewhere, like the wolf you hear howling but can’t see.

Bobby took me shopping this morning. We went to this place by the interstate that’s bigger than Costco. They have every gun you could imagine.

We looked at all kinds. Asked the clerk to let me hold a few in my hands. It does feel powerful, I’ll admit, but every one of these guns was super-heavy and packed a big punch. I already had one welt on my face from yesterday’s kickback.

“These are all too big,” I told the clerk. “I need something for a beginner. You know how when you’re first married, you get a starter home? I need a starter pistol.”

The clerk was about to explain something, but Bobby’s eyes lit up.

“That’s what she needs,” he said. “Get her one of those.”

And that’s how I wound up with a snub-nosed, lightweight gun with a minimal kick that won’t accidentally kill Bobby on his way back from the bathroom. And it can come in handy if I’m ever asked to work a track meet.

The goal of the weapon, after all, is to deter your attacker. In a dark apartment, this one looks real. When you fire it, it even sounds like the real thing.

I told the gals about it tonight at dinner. Jackie and Angela thought it was good idea, but Noreen said I wussed out. She showed us the giant Glock she had hiding in her purse.

“You can’t bring that in the dining room,” Jackie scolded. “Someone could get hurt.”

“That’s what I’m countin’ on,” Noreen said. “And if The Vu wants to take it away, they’ll have to pry it from my old, dead hands.”

So that’s what it’s come to. We’re taking up arms against a nice man who might – maybe — have a dark history, a man who hasn’t even been here in nearly two weeks.

But I have a gun now.

More tomorrow,

LuP.S. To catch up on all of my previous Mary Lu at The Vu posts, click here to go back to Day 1.