A Matter of Opinion

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
A very short story.
Photo (c) Hiva Sharifi on Unsplash

Submitted: February 04, 2020

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Kirby was the more stable of the two brothers, whereas Jean was helpless without the aid of his older brother. Since High School, the two had formed the habit of meeting for coffee. This was a clever plot designed by Kirby to ensure that his brother was starting the day off on the right foot, prepared for work, and dressed in a presentable manner for his boss. The problem was that Kirby was the philosopher and realist and Jean, the clueless dreamer. Their rendezvous at the café usually turned into a philosophical discourse or a heated discussion involving various issues ranging from the law to metaphysics or the eating habits of Druids.

Kirby moseyed into the laissez-faire styled café, embracing his naïve brother, who, in his customary disorderliness, had scarcely combed his hair or finished knotting his tie.

“I love you, Jean, but you are an incurable slob,” Kirby laughed, but his younger brother only returned a bashful smile, combing his fingers through his blustery hair.

Kirby offered his brother a chair and ordered two black coffees. “Have you given any consideration to our last discussion?” Kirby asked as he folded his legs and settled into his seat for an hour-long discussion, which he usually pressured his disinterested brother to take part it.

“I’m sorry, Kirby, I can’t see it your way. I think that when someone dies, they should be properly buried. It’s…it’s just the civilized way of doing things,” Jean echoed the topic of their last argument as he stirred his coffee with his finger.

“Honestly, Jean, that is so barbaric. Use a spoon,” Kirby snapped at his younger brother, tossing a plain, plastic spoon in his direction. “What I meant to say is, suppose a man is a brutal murderer or a monster of some sort, does he have the right to be honored with a proper burial?” Kirby gazed intently into his brother’s eyes, demanding that he defend his point.

“Well….yes, I suppose everyone is entitled to a burial,” Jean stuttered, and his older brother rolled his eyes.

“I’ll bite, dear brother. How about this? Suppose someone witnesses a murder in the act being performed by Subject A on Subject B. Is it okay for that person to take vengeance into their hands because they have witnessed the act? After all, suppose that Subject A kills even more people before the police can apprehend them, or the law can get involved in the matter. That person could have prevented the murders by taking justice into their own hands. Am I right?” Kirby finished his line of questioning and smiled cheekily at his nervous brother.

“That’s ridiculous, Kirby. Of course not. Person….whomever…should call the police and report the crime. Let the law deal with him. And in due time, like everyone else, he will meet his end and find himself six feet under.”

“Naturally, you would say that being a man of the law yourself. My, look at the time! I must be running along. I have another board meeting with the CEO,” Kirby abruptly ended the conversation giving his brother a quick hug. He threw his satchel around his shoulders and darted for the door, but he spun around on his heels to face his brother. “I almost forgot, brother dear, there is a matter I would like you to take care of. I must take a cab today because my car has a flat. Incidentally, I have a package in the trunk that needs to be delivered to 121 Hines-and-Bookbedding. You wouldn't mind picking it up, would you? You don’t have any clients today do you?”

“I don’t mind, Kirby.”

“I thought you wouldn’t,” Kirby retorted as he dashed for the nearest cab.

Jean pulled up to his brother’s garage. Jean retrieved his brother’s car keys and popped the trunk. As he opened the trunk, he found the body of the CEO of his brother’s company crammed inside the trunk. It then occurred to him that the address, 121 Hines-and-Bookbedding was the location of the local cemetery.


© Copyright 2020 L.E. Belle. All rights reserved.

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