A Measure of Proportion

Allen stepped through the dimensional portal and found his dead son. The boy was alive, but in thirty seconds Jared Wilcox would shoot him in the back of the head.

Without hesitation Allen raised the .45 and pulled the trigger. Jared spun around, wide-eyed, then toppled to the floor.

Ignoring his son’s questions, Allen confronted Jared’s corpse. Two dead pinholes stared back. Allen waited for the bitter acid in his stomach to ebb, but it burned. This wasn’t the Jared that killed his son.

It wasn’t enough. He couldn’t stop until it was enough.

Allen turned back to the portal.