Her voice echoed in the alley,
“Ordinary morality is only for ordinary people.”
“Charlene!” Frank called out as he
rounded a turn in the alley and continued walking. He was tired of
this game and getting angrier. “So going to hurt you,” he
growled.
Something moved behind him. He spun,
his back against the wall. It was Charlene. She was swinging
something large, like a wooden mallet the circus used when putting up
its tents.
Frank watched in disbelief as the
mallet sped towards his eyes. Between the wall and the mallet Frank's
head popped like a ripe tomato.
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