A broken legal system let a predator walk—now one armed man must decide if justice is worth losing his soul.

Writer’s Prompt
The cold weight of the Beretta beneath Jack Lazlo’s coat offered no comfort, only purpose. Outside, autumn rain washed the curb where Lonnie Sange stood under a bus shelter, pulling hard on a menthol cigarette. Sange was free. Two years probation for shattering a ten-year-old girl’s world. The justice system called it a plea deal; Jack called it cowardice.
Jack stepped from his sedan, boots splashing against the asphalt. He didn’t hurry. His hand slid beneath his jacket, fingertips grazing the checkered grip. Every instinct honed over twenty years behind a badge screamed that this was the point of no return. Crossing this threshold meant trading his own soul to balance a ledger that wasn’t even his.
Ten yards away. Sange glanced up, squinting through the rain. Recognition flickered in his bloodshot eyes, followed by a smirk—the brazen confidence of a monster who had cheated the law. That smirk unlatched something dark in Jack’s chest. The Beretta cleared leather, staying low, shielded behind Jack’s forearm.
Then Jack saw her.
Standing thirty feet past the shelter, huddled under a yellow umbrella, was Clara’s mother. Her eyes locked onto Jack, wide with sudden, sickening understanding. She wasn’t looking at Sange; she was staring at Jack’s hand. She gave a faint, terrified shake of her head.
Jack stopped. Sange tossed his cigarette into a puddle, unaware of the crosshairs he occupied, and stepped toward the arriving bus. Jack’s thumb rested on the hammer. One clean shot would end the nightmare for the family. But in the mother’s eyes, Jack didn’t see a thirst for vengeance—only horror at the prospect of another life destroyed.
The bus doors hissed open. Jack’s fingers tightened.
Where Does Jack Go From Here?
Direction A: The Pull of Vengeance
Jack ignores the mother’s silent plea, raises the barrel, and pulls the trigger before the bus doors close—trading his freedom to ensure Lonnie Sange never walks the streets again, only to face Clara’s mother standing witness.
Direction B: The Burden of Restraint
Jack lets the hammer ease back down, holsters the gun, and watches the bus pull away. He turns toward Clara’s mother, choosing the harder road of surviving the injustice without becoming a monster himself.
Now it’s your turn: How does Jack’s choice redefine his life? Finish the final paragraph.








