When he reached the apartment building, the tenants had gathered on the steps and were chatting busily about the explosion on Hunt St. He pulled out a newspaper and pretended to look concerned. Still, he smiled in spite of himself. Another headliner. As he continued his walk up the steps, a small chunk of brownstone hit the ground beside him. Then another. And another. Max looked up from his newspaper. There was a loud crack, like a gunshot.
Max opened his mouth to scream.
He never got the chance.
There was a terrible *crunch* as the 2, 000 pound statue impacted Max’s body and drove him 2 feet into the concrete steps. For a moment there was silence. Sally clapped her hands over her mouth. The neighbor gaped stupidly. Somewhere off to the left, a woman screamed.
For a while, the small crowd that had gathered surveyed the macabre spectacle, not at all comprehending the horrid irony of the inscription at the base of the statue.
Nemesis, Goddess of Revenge