writing prompt 17.5.19

Snake pulled out a silk hankerchief and wiped the droplets of blood from his face.

“…bu… but… you’re the bad guy?”

Stuffing the piece of cloth in his pocket, the soiled knife in his boot he crooked a smile at the small boy shaking in sorrow next to the body of what had been their hero.  “The universe is a gambler, kid” he straightened tugging his coat lapels closed, “a pair of dice, a dog’s throw, and today,” Snake stepped over the cooling body “the bad guy wins.”