“It was 4:00 AM. Deep Central Park in the rain. I emerged from the dark, stone tunnel. Saw the fountain, dead ahead. My dark blue dress was slit to the hip. I felt wet wind on my thighs.

The men, six of them, came from the night. Looking for me. But I had found them. They formed a ring around Thana, me, in the dark blue dress with the high, high slit. And they laughed their last laughs. “Bitch”, one said. I thought I heard another say, “Pussy”.

The .45 was in my pocketbook. Ladies have pocketbooks. I drew, spun round, aiming, and cut them down. One by one. Six. For a six-shooter. Me. Automatic.” – Zoë Lund