Friday, November 2, 2012

Where there's smoke...

She had left the dance just before the exchange. The usual spark in her eyes had turned from mischief to flame, leaving behind enough heat to set those two off.

The sound of fist to gut is undeniable. I chose to let them have it out. They had danced around her like a couple of roosters for too long. A woman, and one as pretty and feisty as her is hard to come by.

The harvest moon glowed, lighting up the center ring. I thought he would take that Cassidy boy’s head off. But that well-mannered fellow sat Steven on his heels, in an exchange ending as quickly as it had begun. The oddest part was Steven, just standing in the dark, letting Matthew drive away. No one seemed to win, but it was clear, there had been a loss. 

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