From shadows he lunged as she walked innocently by.
Pinning her to the cold brick of the alley, wrestling her purse away, he whispered something known to none but the two of them.
Little did he know I saw all. And the time had come for me, long sickened by crime, to swing into action.
I dialled 9-11 on my cell and gave a detailed account, then went downstairs to make sure she was okay. We waited together for police to arrive.
And what the hell’s wrong with this neighbourhood, that nobody but me was willing to do even that?
Thursday, August 12, 2010
An Account of My Admittedly Brief Time as a Crime Fighter
Labels: 100 words, Crime, Drabble, Short story
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