Library Pictures

The broken pool cue enters the man's side easily, puncturing him like a bag of offal. The assailant steps back, kicks his victim in the face and slouches against a shelf of books, breathing heavily.

The man on the floor spasms occasionally, blood seeping through his pale blue polo-neck, soaking into the grey carpet.

'How did that make you feel?' I ask the attacker, now beginning to catch his breath. He regards the snapped end of the pool cue and turns his head to me.
'I feel..._magnificent' he breathes.

This is Tuesday in the local public library in Skaggerston.