“Do you hear the people sing? she asked.
As Mark’s cobwebs cleared, the crowd’s jovial tune—the one when a wrong had been righted—crept in. The Street Justice crowd lit up when the good guy finished first.
At Street Justice 16, the dude Mark played human demolition derby with broke into his neighbor’s home, a single mom of two. She couldn’t afford to take the scumbag to court, so Mark offered, happily, to stand in and settle the score—win and her damages are compensated, lose and she gets nothing.
“Thanks,” she said as he exited the cage.
Word Count: 99
Prompted from Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://carrotranch.com/2020/06/04/june-4-flash-fiction-challenge-2/.
Prompted from First Line Friday at: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/06/05/first-line-friday-june-5th-2020/.
Prompted from the Word of the Day Challenge at: https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/06/07/victory/.
Prompted from Fandango’s One Word Challenge at: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/06/07/fowc-with-fandango-thanks/.
Street justice when it can’t be found where it should be.
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It’s crazy that there are actually boxing leagues like this.
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