He broke the bottle over my head as I kicked him between the legs, buckling him to the floor. Half dazed, my blurred vision searched for an object, but he swung his right leg, knocking me off my feet. On the floor I grabbed his left ankle and bit hard, causing him to knee jerk his right foot to my stomach. After several moments of cussing each other through the pain, we exchanged blows to the face until his face looked worse than my fist. He spit out a tooth and surrendered. I won. The last pizza slice was mine.
Susan F. Reid
28/5/2021 01:33:27 pm
Daniel, Nice picture of violent people in action over something stupid.
Sue Clayton
29/5/2021 02:59:08 am
Must have been one hell of a pizza.
Mary Wallace
29/5/2021 08:25:24 pm
Your last line made me smile. Comments are closed.
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