This is a piece of micro-fiction I wrote a while back. The challenge was to keep at at exactly 100 words. I hope you enjoy!
She trained the Ladysmith on the bearded man. His eyes widened. “You have the wrong person,” he protested. She ignored him, her eyes cold as marble. There was no mistaking his ragged breath, the swollen paws, the sneer that revealed a crooked canine. When he leered at her on the metro, she knew it was he who had held her down all those sleepless night ago. Wordlessly, she tugged the trigger. He cried out, falling over. She stared down at him, noticing for the first time the mole on his cheek. A mole the man who attacked her didn’t have.