Vivid Ire

The court was in session.
The defendant, a thin little man, seemed detached.

His mind wandered.
He had been to this job office - again.
No offers for him - again.

When he left, he had almost been knocked down by a Corvette.
An unbelievable wrath had welled up within him.
And suddenly black men had materialized everywhere, slashing, stabbing, shooting.

He had run ...
The police had taken him the next day.

"... sentenced for complicity in murder in 127 cases"

He blinked unbelievingly.
Not him!
Rage blazed up.

There was a motion beside the judge.

The black men started shooting.