He wasn't sure where he had turned down this road. He remembered a time not too long ago with his aunt in the backyard hanging up the wash and he ran through it with a toy plane. He could remember the white cottage and the green hills and the flowerbed that was half full of his dumptruck.
The other man stepped forward and eyed Gareth, sizing him up. Gareth turned one shoulder to the man, and blew out his breath slowly. The other man sprang forward with his fist. Gareth sidestepped with the speed of practice and fear and threw his arm into the other man's jaw.
The impact shuddered farther into his life than just to his shoulder.
Is this an after school fight (planned, obviously), or a full on boxing match?
ReplyDeleteEither way, nicely done.
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ReplyDeleteWow, ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS EDIT MY COMMENT NOT LEAVE A SCAR OF SHAME
ReplyDeleteBut seriously I was assuming he was a skinhead or in a gang or something and now he has to prove himself to his mates.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skinhead
West Ham?
ReplyDeleteOr Millwall?
Not shame. Just a white knight. Which doesn't make any sense unless you've read "The Mysterious Benedict Society." Just . . . it's a chess thing?
And I'm too lazy to delete this.
Or the Redcrosse knight, if you prefer.
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