My father’s handgun was a Walther PPK.
Good guy that I am, after his death
I took it down to the local station.
Its weight felt oddly reassuring in my hand
but it was no use to me.
I never found the ammunition.
October 31, 2020
My father’s handgun
By hjs
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whypoetry 
October 31st, 2020 at 5:21 pm
Yeah, good guy indeed, harrumph. The ‘oddly’ further leads us astray, then bang!