Dan’s Uncle Eddie set down his empty quart of bourbon and grinned around the fire at us boys. He jammed his hand into his pocket and produced a fistful of .45 cartridges.
“Guess how many I got here,” he said. “Go on.”
Jim guessed twenty, Dan eighteen. I said thirteen.
”Well, let’s see who’s right,” he said. He got to his feet, swayed a moment, then hurled the bullets into the fire. “Make sure you count all of ‘em.”
He walked into the darkness to his tent.
We sat stunned for a moment, disbelieving, then jumped up and dove for cover.
I’m not sure I like the sound of Dan’s uncle. I assume you survived as you wrote this!
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“It seemed like a fun idea at the time” is unlikely to be an acceptable defence to a charge of manslaughter…oh dear, Uncle Eddie!
I story that reminds me of bonfire night, and putting fireworks in tin cans in the bonefire. Jumping jack flash I like this story.
I was wondering at Rochelle’s comment on the J. Hardy story… guess she read them in a different order than I did!!
I hope the kids got out of the way on time! Darn that Uncle Eddy! lol
Gotta love a crazy uncle.. he sure knew how to liven things up.
what a mentalist! we used to put conkers in nearly empty cans of purple paint, seal the can back up throw it in the fire and watch the paint and conkers explode under the pressure! I was about 12 and not an insane uncle!! good stuff
I think the bourbon has clouded his rationale. Throwing live rounds into a bonfire. RUN QUICKLY EVERYONE! You are FUNNY!
Uncle Eddie is something. Either he was drunk or he had totally lost his mind. Why else would he throw bullets into fire with young men sitting around it?
Uncle Eddie is a nut!
Awesome read!!
Gone with the Fire
Oh god! A great read though.
Fantastic read.