Therapy (Flash Fiction)
There was nothing like a one-two punch and a hook to the jaw to set everything right in the world. The other person's universe went spinning before becoming intimate with the ground, and he was the one standing. It was a nice change of pace, before things flipped and he'd be on the receiving end of one of Life's cruel sucker punches. For now, he'd take what he could get.
Spitting blood, his challenger stood and charged, fire burning in the eyes. Typical. There was no thinking, just sliding to the side, allowing the idiot's momentum to throw the balance off before his fist came down on the back of the unfortunate's neck. It was boring, predictable fighting now, but he wasn't about to quit something he'd started. He liked to think of it as a cruel sense of honor.
There would be threats, the usual "I'll get you"s and the loud cursing. He always just grinned, a smile with nothing behind it, before turning away and leaving them there, pathetic and crumpled on the concrete. Hollow threats and hollow promises were never worth it.
Time to finish. A knee to the stomach and fist to the face did just that.
Who said violence never solved anything?
Spitting blood, his challenger stood and charged, fire burning in the eyes. Typical. There was no thinking, just sliding to the side, allowing the idiot's momentum to throw the balance off before his fist came down on the back of the unfortunate's neck. It was boring, predictable fighting now, but he wasn't about to quit something he'd started. He liked to think of it as a cruel sense of honor.
There would be threats, the usual "I'll get you"s and the loud cursing. He always just grinned, a smile with nothing behind it, before turning away and leaving them there, pathetic and crumpled on the concrete. Hollow threats and hollow promises were never worth it.
Time to finish. A knee to the stomach and fist to the face did just that.
Who said violence never solved anything?