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Greetings, everyone
Some weeks ago, as I took my mother to my sister's house, one of my nieces told me an anecdote about one of their neighbors. When I read today's prompt, the anecdote poped up. I hope you enjoyed it. This is my entry to @mariannewest's #FreeWrite's Thursday prompt (see details here).

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No Panic

-Help! Help!
-Mom, I think Nano is beating Jenny up.
-No way.
Lila gathered strength and despite her painful bad spine, aggravated by her overweight, managed to cross the street with astonishing rapidity. In seconds, she was peering through her front neighbor’s main room’s window.

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A petrified face stamped on the window gave her the chills. It was Jenny’s sister. Jenny and Nano had gone to their farm and unexplainably had left Jenny’s sister in charge. An irrational decision, considering that the last time they did that, the whole house caught fire. It took them three months to rebuild, which now that I think about it, may explain their mindset. When they were called by their neighbors and rushed out of their retreat, where a whole calf was being roasted for lunch, Nano’s first thought was: “No panic. I hope it is worth the trouble.” When they got to the house and saw it engulfed in flames, Jenny cried disconsolately while he calmly said: “It’s a total loss; let’s go have lunch. Hopefully, veal did not get burned.”

-There are two men in the house! Help!
Jenny’s sister was trapped in the front room. She had locked herself in to avoid being raped or worse.
-No panic! I’ll call for help, Lila said and scurried back home.
-What is it mom? Her daughter asked.
-Call our neighbors. There are three thugs in Nano’s house.

Anne called their next door neighbor, but he did not feel brave enough to face some armed robbers, possibly rapist, alone.
-No panic. I’ll get the police.
Gerson sprinted to the police station of the small town which at the time was occupied by two skinny police officers who were not sure they were equipped enough to face a bunch of guerrilleros; they had not been trained to face such portentous enemies. They called for reinforcement, which were promised to be there in about two hours.
-That woman will be raped and murdered by then. Come on, we have to do something, Gerson demanded.
-Ok, ok, No panic. We’ll go.

[end of five minutes]

On their way, they managed to recruit some concerned neighbors who were awaken by the commotion. Jenny’s sister was glued to the window, anxiously waiting for her saviors.
-I’ll throw the keys, you open the front door.
-Ok. Gerson said nervously.
They unlocked the metal front door, then the wooden door in the main entrance. Jenny’s sister rushed out of the house as soon as she heard the door open.
-They are there. They are dangerous. They are armed. Be careful. She rambled uncontrollably as Lila and her daughter rushed her to their house across the street.

The two police officers and two neighbors looked at each other and ventured into the house. Pistols in hand, the two officers led the way while the two neighbors held blunt objects. They stormed in the front room in a commando fashion.
-You idiots, I was in that room. They are in the other room! Jenny’s sister yelled from the house across the street.
-Sure, right. No panic. Hush! One of the officers muttered.
They lined quietly into the next room. To their surprise, a motionless body lay on the bed.
-He’s dead! One of the men screamed and next thing you know the other three followed suit. They ran out of the house.
-There is a dead man on my bed? Oh my god! They killed him on my bed? Jenny’s sister asked at the top of her voice.
-Shut up! Let us think, Gerson thundered.
-Call the National Guard, Lila suggested.

Some minutes later, four fully-suited guards from the anti-kidnapping team were ready to break in. They detonated a stun grenade and stormed in. The guy in the second room remained motionless.
-Mother fucker, get up. Get up and drop your weapons or we’ll blow your brains up. One of the guards yelled.
-Drop your weapons. Come out with your hands up. We do not want to kill you, another guard screamed amid the commotion in the house and the murmurs of dozens of neighbors who, against common senses, were gathering outside the house.

Nothing. A chilling silence invaded the area. The women outside the house were biting their nails embraced in the shared fear of feminine vulnerability.

-Who do you think they are? Someone asked Jenny’s sister.
-They must be guerrilleros.
-How do you know there were three of them?
-I locked myself in my sister’s room and I could see under the door several feet walking back and forth. One of them knocked at the door. They were going to rape me.
-Oh, my god!

-CLEAR! One of the national guards shouted from the back of the house.
-Is he dead?
-No. He is moving. Pin him down.
-They are coming out with the rapist! One neighbor alerted.
-Where are the rest?

-Isn’t that Jimmy? Lila’s daughter asked.
-Jimmy, what the hell were you doing in there? An old lady interrogated, shaking the disoriented man up.
-I was hungry. A childish and absent-minded voice replied.
-How did you get in the house? Jenny’s sister asked.
-I jumped over the back wall. The backyard door was open.
-Do you know the suspect? An irritated authority voice asked.
-Yes. He is Jimmy, a simpleton, a harmless fool.
The men in uniform looked at one other in disbelief and then at the women in disgust.
-Next time, make sure it is a real emergency; it was heard as they stomped their way out of the crowd.

-Where is Gerson, and the police officers? One woman asked.
-No panic, Jimmy answered.

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