Jane Jago’s Drabbles – Four Hundred and Sixty

Gabriel Newsome walked the streets with no fear. He was big, strong and vicious enough to subdue anyone who stood in his way physically, and his perfect face ensured that the government cameras lay him pass unmolested.

He could walk right past a posse of android cops, and their ‘eyes’ would see only perfection – even if he was covered in the blood of a murdered victim.

Gabriel had the world at his feet and he knew it, until the day a discarded lover threw acid into his perfect face and he learned to know what it was to be hunted.

©️jj 2020

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