The loner has many things on his mind as he walks toward his car. His mind is occupied by the stupidity of the recent events. He senses a certain tingle in the air, almost electrical in nature, causing his hair to stand on end. The sounds of footsteps increasing in speed are echoing down the alley. The warriors of old call it the “The air of murder” and it is extremely thick at the moment. Out of the corner of his eye he sees the movement of a shadow and then the flash of light reflecting off of a wide, double edged blade. Without thought, he spins and uses his forearm to stop the arcing blade that is on target to his neck. He feels the contact of the attacker arms and immediately traps the hand holding the blade while simultaneously executing a straight punch to the attacker’s solar plexus, causing him to gasp for a breath that will never come. A thumb finds its target, an eye, and forces it out of its socket. The attacker drops to his knees and then falls prostrate on the cold pavement. The loner really does not remember what happened as he opens his car and pulls away from what could have been his death. Just another creative writing exercise. Hope you enjoy.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Jul 2013 03:37:32 +0000