Summer 1990 – A Pleasure Dependent Upon the Pain of Others

 

“Every city has such predators,” I said. “The bigger the city, the more numerous the predators. And the greater variety. These creatures are new to me.”

The girl gave me a version of look that all the young seem to have for their elders now. She closed her eyes for a moment and inhaled deeply. Eyes still closed she found the shot glass and drained it. Eyes still closed she began to reassemble her pistols. She said, “I don’t care if they’ve been around forever. A few bullets to the head will still kill one. I think they even like it. The last fucker I took down was smiling when I shot out his teeth.