A: I need to get my power back.
B: How?
A: I need to kill a bad person.
The wind was the only sound for a moment.
B: You think that will help?
A: I do.
Another silence, but not as long
B: Alright, I know someone.
A: Who?
B: You don't know him, he was a friend of your fathers.
A: What did he do.
B: He raped me.
A examined B for a moment to check for any insincerity and found none
A: Where is he?
B: I don't know, but I can find him.
Momentarily A pauses
A: You can't go asking around for him if I'm going to kill him.
B: I won't have to ask anyone anything, he always goes to the same bar.
A: And no one knows you know this?
B: No one knows I exist.
The question was not answered, A stared, waiting patiently
B: Everybody knows he goes to the bar, I'm not special.
A: But do people know you know?
B: My girlfriend, I talked to her about it years ago.
A: And have you talked to her about it recently?
B: Define recently.
A: Last 3 years.
B: No. Not recently.
A: Then I can help you, for helping me. Thankyou.
A leans forward, embracing B, he cries and gently kisses her forhead.
A: Thankyou, I have a job to do, I need to do it, they took that from me, but you're giving it back, you're giving me my life back, and I will give you justice. I will give you your life back.
B never saw A again after that, but the man stopped showing up at the bar. No one ever saw him again either. Later, much later, B started getting mail, no return address, it was always cash, old cash, and she knew it was him, and she knew he was grateful, he wanted a purpose, and she gave him one, he could feel strong again, and he could walk the world once more now knowing that he was not weak. Where he went, and what he did, is still a mystery, but we know there are stories about men, or a man, who would show up in slums, without reason, without call, and they set things right. Maybe it's him, maybe it's just others who got sick of the shit too, but B still gets those letters, and she knows he found peace somewhere out there in his own way.