The fight was hot, wet, and over in an instant, thanks to the knife. Jona’s hands were still slick with blood and sweat when she started walking, leaving Justin’s body to bleed out on the side of the road. Whoever was out there would find him first, and his corpse might buy her another ten minutes. Remorse wasn’t the word for what she felt, it had been months since she’d even considered emotions like that. Life had been broken into simpler elements, like survival of the fittest.
And she was. Tonight, she’d still be breathing. Her brother, however, would not.
© Jordan S Kurella, 2015
(Inspired by a flash fiction challenge from Chuck Wendig's Terrible Minds blog.)