-Blood flowed freely from the wound opened just moments before in the corner of his mouth. He sat on the floor dazed by the punch his face just absorbed from the tough little man standing several feet away next to the bar. Max reached up to his face and wiped the blood from his throbbing lips with the back of his hand. He stumbled to his feet, leery of the fact that he was seeing double. Max had been in fights before, but never with such a tough little squirt as presented itself this troublesome evening. His anger burned deep within him. It burned so much that his breath came in short violent bursts, his face flushed crimson, and his ears burned with the intensity of an incinerator fire. There was no way Max was going to lose to a tiny punk that was a head shorter and 75 lbs. less than him. He moved in closer and let loose a powerful right hook.

© J. Bernhard

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