The Marked - Chapter 2

Vagabond Sees the Most Punch-Able Face EVER! In a mirror!

The next morning, the vagabond awoke with the first signs of the city rising from its slumber showing themselves. Ignitions were initiated. Cars were started. The sounds of tires over rain puddles slishing in the vagabond’s ears alerted him to the need to begin his day. He gathered himself, picked himself up from the pallet, and secured his jacket and fedora. Then, he emerged from the alley and walked into the daylight of the street.

Several beat up cars were parked in parallel next to the sidewalk. Most were there the night before when that punk tried to mug that lady. Vagabond looked down the road in the direction she had been heading the night before. She was probably just fine. Certainly, she did not need help from the likes of him. She was probably well enough to clean herself up and settle in for some rest. She might call in at work and let her boss know she won’t be coming to work tonight because she needs to take care of herself. Vagabond shook his head. He didn’t expect gratitude. He never did. It would have been nice if just once someone wouldn’t act like he was going to kill them. It wasn’t too much to ask, was it?