{Fiction} A Hero’s Death

(Image courtesy of Freedigitalphotos.net / Simon Howden)
The city night is in front of you, the bar is behind you. The scent of gin and cheap perfume mixes with cigarette smoke from the trio by the bar’s door. Then there is you—your name isn’t particularly important, but you are a he—stumbling out of the bar, slicing between the semi-circle of smokers and onto the sidewalk.
You’re tipsy, not drunk. A five O’clock shadow clings to your face, giving you the app