Bastards, he
thought, Fm going to burn your name off the face of the earth.
He searched in his
pockets for the cigarette lighter that he had brought with him. He didn’t see
the small shadow that fell across the floor.
He didn’t see
the small hooded figure that approached him silently as a ghost; and the dull
blade of a machete that caught the very last strains of evening sunlight.
The End
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