“This ain’t a vendetta,” I pulled the bag off the bastard’s head, so he could see. “Like you, my Daddy was a white, arrogant bastard with no respect for women,” I made sure he got a good look at me. “One night Daddy beat Momma to death, and when I found out, I shot him for what he did. Tonight, you beat a woman, just like Daddy beat Momma.” I placed the barrel of my 9mm between his eyes, and pulled the trigger. “It ain’t like I’m vindictive or anything.”
One for Lillie McFerrin‘s flash fiction challenge, Five Sentence Fiction. This week, the prompt is Vindictive. Please, go read all the other entries to this week’s Five Sentence Fiction. It’s amazing what creative people can do with just five sentences.