Superhero Flash Fiction: The Owl

“Some new, punk-ass vigilante dresses up like an OWL, and you’re scared!? We own the fucking cops!”

An unseen hand gripped the mob boss’ shoulder from behind. Another took the phone handset from him and hung it up.

“You can’t buy my justice.”



Copyright © 2019 by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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