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.

Him.

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.