short stories

here is a short story I wrote:
there is nothing intended in this.

THE BELLIGERENT MAN

As the belligerent man walked down the small path, the bandits readied

themselves, unaware of the Uzi hidden beneath the belligerent man’s

flowing coat. As he neared the bandits hiding place, his hand slowly moved up into his coat and settled around the trigger of his deadly weapon. The closer he got to the bandits lair the more determined he was to rid the world of these pestilent vermin. As the belligerent man got closer to his prey, he began to get that old feeling…his pulse quickened…he began to sweat…his vision became sharp and focused. Now, he was almost upon them, but he saw the bandits preparing themselves for his arrival. So…he would not have the element of surprise he had hoped for…no matter, he was determined to be the victor in this showdown of death. He walked quickly up to the nearest bandit and told him exactly what he wanted, speaking forcefully and not mincing words. Then, as the belligerent man hoped…no, feared, the bandit replied…”would you like fries with that?”
THAT WAS IT!
Quickly the belligerent man pulled out the Uzi and sprayed his deadly fire into the young boy. Turning, he fired into the rest of the bandits, leaving no-one alive. Ejecting the empty clip, he quickly popped in a fresh one. Walking out the door he aimed at the symbol of his hatred. He slowly squeezed the trigger. A smile played across the belligerent mans lips as the clown’s head exploded in a shower of plastic and sparks.
Now, he was done…at least for a while. There were still more bandits to destroy, more to fill with fear. But for now, it was lunch time and the belligerent man was hungry. He happily replaced the Uzi under his coat and headed across the street. There was a giant golden “M” standing on a pole under the autumn sun. As he walked in the door, he froze…they were waiting for him…he could hear their talk…he began to sweat…he began to get that old feeling…