The pigeon was nearly dead. It was resting, not moving. A group of schoolgirls had gathered and stood looking down at it. The shoppers were all busy in the precinct and didn't notice the schoolgirls or the pigeon.
He was a big kid, like you could see the power in him and when he looked you in the eye, even if he was trying to be nice, you could see the emptiness there. I just loved to fight, he said. I love fighting.