By Guy Tucker
A full moon lit the empty city streets of Rosewood. I was walking home from another long day at work when the sounds of a scuffle coming from an alley up on my left, had startled me out of my zombie like trance.
“Give me your money, bitch,” barked a deep masculine voice.
“You deserve nothing,” a woman’s voice spat.
It sounded like trouble and although I’m really not usually the heroic type, I inched up to the corner of the alley and peered down the shadowy side street.
A large bulky man stood with his back to me, he held a thin dainty woman by the arm demanding money as if he just couldn’t accept the fact that maybe she had none to give.
“You’ve gotta have something valuable I can have,” he murmured softer now.
“Get your filthy hands off me, you pig,” the woman demanded as she pulled against his grip on her arm.
I should really help her, I thought but the coward in me just wanted to run away and pretend I hadn’t seen anything. Shamefully I hung my head, and noticed half a brick at my feet. Without a second thought I bent down and picked it up and by the time I stood up again I was filled with a confidence and determination that I had never before experienced.