He felt broken. Battered. Alone.
No one believed him.
There was no body.
But there was a criminal.
Out there. A murderer.
He was sure of it.
Someone had to deliver justice.
Written as part of #MicroMondays, hosted by Varad over at Loose End Of The Thread. For more information and to join in visit HERE.
Each week we are given a set word count for a piece of micro fiction, and a quote from a book that must be included in the story. This week’s quote to be included was ‘But there was a criminal’ and the word count was 33.
Read other stories based on the prompt HERE.