Here’s my next “100 Word Stories” microfiction. I figured I mix things up by making this one a sequel to one I wrote on Monday:

Title: The Face of Justice, Part 2

The man in front of me begged for his life. Pathetic.

With my pistol aimed straight at my target’s head, I pulled the trigger. And his body dropped to the ground.

Did I feel sorry for him? Perhaps. But I was simply doing my duty: to purse criminals who had evaded their rightful punishments. After all, I am the face of justice.

This man had killed another. And to compound it all, he escaped. Who knew how many others he had killed.

With the job done, I left my calling card; it bore the image of a raven.

Next job.