What Good?

      Running rampant down the streets. Never thought she’d have the strength. Never thought he wouldn’t. Tiny little piece of lead. Amazing what just one can do. Good thing she’s not afraid. Maybe it’s not, though. She’s not afraid of anything. She watched the other get gunned-down in the street. She saw the blood. Saw the tears. Heard nothing for a long time. She still doesn’t feel anything.
      Well, it doesn’t matter anymore. At least, it wouldn’t if she let it all go.
      But why let it go? What good will that do? It’ll only cause her to breakdown and realize that she’s doomed. She can’t let it go. If she does, then there’s no telling what will happen. She’s got to shut up, accept the settlement without so much as a smirk or a tear, and start doing what she’s been planning.
      What they’ve all been planning.
      This’ll work. It’s got to work.
      It’ll work.
      She won’t allow that death to go wasted. She won’t ever allow her wife’s death to have been for nothing. Not. Ever.