One Shot

He is an idealistic, small town American boy, a Christian willing to make the world a better place. What he does not yet understand is that the Golden Rule isn’t just a rule, but, much like Newton’s laws of gravity, a universal law that can be resisted but never broken. You will do to others as you would have them do to you.
When the shot cuts the night in that Central American alley, the volunteers run outside clothed in their innocent ignorance. Two doors slam; no one else responds. The man lies face up in the street.
One of the volunteers has a cell phone, but, realizing that 911 holds no significance here, races back to the house to locate the number scrawled on the wall. The boy, curious and helpful, approaches the man. A neat red hole in the center of the man’s forehead has ended his life. Blood puddles under his head. The boy turns away, steps back against the alley’s cement wall, draws an insulating curtain around himself.