This is my entry with the story written as an entry to the Hive Creative Contest | Writer's Week created by 
You go out to dinner and you heard a shot.
The scheduled dinner with my husband was at 8 at night.
When the vehicle crossed the entrance of the parking lot to approach the street we heard the unmistakable sound of a shot near where we were, due to the intensity of the sound we presumed that whoever carried it out was near where we were, we did not interrupt our plan, my husband He accelerated the vehicle and we continued the trip moving to where we had already programmed that night we were going to have dinner, the evening passed very pleasant and we forgot the incident of the shooting, we did not think about it or speak except when we were back again at the vehicle that he commented: That sound shot was fired near where we live. Yes, I said. And it does not seem that it happened on the street, it gives me the impression that it happened in the adjoining residences.
While we were returning to our home we were silent for a while, during that time I remembered that in 10 years that we had lived in that urbanization of small buildings with three floors and six apartments, it was the first time that something happened, I sensed that like me my husband he was concerned about the unusualness of that event and the uncertainty of not having heard a scream or other noise after the shot. Only the shot turned off a little by the walls without an echo but close, without a doubt the event had occurred in the residences next door and it seemed almost certain that it was on the first floor, it did not explain to me why nothing else had been heard if my husband had stopped long enough and we had been silent, expectantly the senses were very attentive to see if we perceived anything else after the shot.
We were already on our way home, we had done nothing but ask ourselves a few questions and almost always answer in monosyllables because we are really worried about the perch that occurred.
In the residence we went to the door, entered and then after doing some pending tasks we went to rest, I read a little the book that I have on the night table to relax and put my body and my mind in rest mode enjoying and carefully follow the thread of the narration of the author of the work.
I stopped reading the book and could not stop thinking about what happened that night, I told my husband that at dawn I would find out about that incident.
- Yes, surely we will have an explanation, my husband managed to say before sleeping.
The next day when I got up we had already forgotten the mishap of the shooting and when I looked out the window my neighbor approached and curiously asked me if I had heard the shot from the adjoining apartment, with surprise the neighbor on the first floor when she saw us together approached us and I ask;
- Are you restless as a result of the incident that she had with her husband's gun the night before? Yes! We cried out in surprise, she briefly told us that when she took her husband's gun from the table to put it away without wanting to, she pulled the trigger and the gun went off.
Grateful that what happened caused no incident to regret.
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