Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Achieving Closure


It was not the same alley where she’d first encountered him, but close enough as to not matter. He was lying atop a girl in the same unspeakable pose that haunted her own nightmares.

The pointed toe of Anya’s shoe impacted his ribs with brutal force. As he scrambled to his feet, roaring in anger, she fired. She did not stop firing until no bullets remained.

Helping his young victim to the mouth of the alley, she bid her remain there. While she felt no desire to galumph, Anya did have the bastard’s head as proof his evil was ended.

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