Justice

Posted on by Reena Saxena

The journalist always mocked a candle march. It seemed impotent, especially when the crowds were unable to prevent a crime.

Of what use is indignation without an effort?

Tonight was different.

Tonight, shadows crept out of crevices in floors and walls. Stars dropped from the sky to hold a candle against darkness.

A noose hanging from a tree swung with ferocious velocity, eager to catch its victim. It was not a peaceful candle march; it was a blitzkrieg.

The criminal felt thunder racing in his arteries as he failed to escape.

Justice served – reported the journalist in the morning news.

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