ONLY KIDS

Outside in the warm air John's sister, being the more courageous of the two, handed John a small box of matches, which she kept on her person in case such an event arose for their using. “It’s time justice was served.” She said to John. John's hands trembling in anxious anticipation; a warming hand on his shoulder, a flick of his fingers. Hand in hand, all they could see, a flaming sea of justice, filling John with courageous glee. “It may not be much.” She said to he. “But we’re only kids, what do they expect from ones as young as we.”