Vigilante

50 words.

There’s certain sounds you only hear at night in the dark part of town: the crackle of the flame from the barrel keeping the homeless man warm, the woman’s shriek as the mugger’s gun points her way, the sound of his face hitting the pavement. He never saw me coming.

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