With tightly squeezed fists, she extends her arms. One, two, three steps forward.
All tagged fight
With tightly squeezed fists, she extends her arms. One, two, three steps forward.
Everyone remembers the first time they heard a man beg. “Let go,” he said.
I saw a couple heatedly arguing at the edge of the road in front of a tucked-away apartment complex, and then he pushed her into the road and moved back towards her.
Blood and impulse rush to the brain like voltage across copper. My unproven hands instinctively tighten, forging formidable weapons of gratuitous, youthful combat.