Last month, Walter, and his best friend, Tommy, were mugged while walking through the park. Tommy though was a fighter, and he gave back as best he could. His courage never failed him, even, if finally, the ex-Marine’s heart did – all for the sake of a few coins, and a ripped five dollar bill.
Tonight the local vets are playing a concert in Tommy’s memory. Walter’s bruises have almost healed but his heart will never mend. From the side of the bandstand, his eyes scan the park looking for the bastard – he’d recognise him anywhere. In his pocket his old service revolver, loaded and ready.
These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge