by Graeme King
Listen up and I’ll tell you what I saw:
Two men lying boot heel to boot heel by the side of the road.
The town’s only road.
If you wanted to visit Chapel Knox, and some damned fools, like these two, did, you used the same stretch of sun-scorched mud coming as you did leaving.
If you left, that is.
They helped each other up, smacked the dust from their bloodstained clothes, left their bodies behind and went in search of the woman who’d put an end to their cruel, felonious lives with two upward slashes of her bone-handled dagger.
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Revenge is part of 101 Fiction issue 21.