It was just me and another woman when I spotted Charlie.
Charlie was big, menacing and possibly carrying a firearm. I was taking no chances.
I didn't even have to ask others to clear the area. It was just assumed. One stomp and it was over. I didn't even move the body.
"Are you sure he's dead?" The woman asked me as she sat down next to me, clutching her purse to her chest.
"He is," I whispered. I was still crouched down and fighting the rise of bile as I made sure there was no movement. I slowly rose up and sat down, exchanging silent nods of relief with the other witnesses.
We stayed silent about our crime as others boarded the train coach we were on. A woman sat down very close to the body and we all cringed, but still, no one said a word.
What you don't know can't hurt you.
RIP Charlie
04-13-15 to 05-13-15
Hey, at least I tried to be more humane than what happened to his brother, Fred.
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