The Enigmatic Tales of Lee Jacobs: At the Pop

Posted: April 19, 2019 by Ty in Lee Jacob Pulps
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“Go now in Holy Love of the Creator, the blessing of Brother Jesus, and the Family of the Holy Spirit. Go. Embrace. Simply say, I love you.”

Bobbi was from small town middle of nowhere’s in Alberta. Barely 16 years old when he fled home as his Dad had literally tried to beat the gay out of him.  A preacher’s kid Bobbi always found it ironic that he found himself on the steps of St. Jude’s after being jumped a few blocks away and beaten for trying to flirt.

Father Jacobs had shown compassion. Not what he had learned to expect from the church.  The folks worked with Bobbi to get a place of his own and into school, and found a lawyer so he could become emancipated. Bobbi still has visceral shakes when he remembers his Dad and brothers storming the Sunday Service looking for their “daughter and baby sister”.  Elder James and Father Jacobs blocked the isle. They had always spoken non-violence, but when the four on two attempted to swing, Jacobs used what he described as Aikido, a passive form of martial arts that uses ones own energy against them.

Bobbi’s dad and brothers left that day bruised in ego and body. Saying they had no family in this city. Bobbi should’ve felt pain, instead he felt… FREEDOM. He had a new family.

Now the trench coat had flown off. A yellow vest running towards the altar area.

He had hit his truck and gotten the .22 his Dad had given taught all his children to shoot for hunting, and Bobbi still enjoyed hunting. The wild meat made for some amazing community meals.

Violence is never the answer, Love is. Yet the day when they came for Bobbi…Father Jacobs and Elder James stood their ground.

He fumbles a bullet in and bolt actions. Exhales and fires at the running form.

As a yellow vest falls into the crowd and vanishes.

The pop shattered the moment.

“No.” was it even audible as the rifle falls to the parking lot. Commands to hands behind head. Bobbi is moving through muscle memory of compliance.

As where once there was four, now there was only three…

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