Wednesday, March 7, 2018

The Fighter



"You’ve been killing me for two months." He laughs at the thought. "I'll challenge you."
(What a complete nonsense.) I can see surprise in his eye. With a teasing tone he says, "Very scary!” I know I am no match to him. He wins. (Supposedly.)





He warms up for the fight. He turns toward me with his right hand extended. Our eyes are locked. I am invincible now, a true warrior with a terrifying grimace ready to defeat him. We "fight". He is in a defense position. I hit the palm of his extended hand with all the force I can muster. He first looks down and then slowly raises his eyes. His expression is a mix of concerned and comical. There is hardly any force in my blow. It's like a mosquito bite. He can't stop grinning as he walks away.

He wears white. And he always smiles.


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