The bell rang for the next round. The fighter groaned, face planted firmly downward. “Get up,” her mind commanded. Even as the thought ended, the eyes fluttered heavily closed. Again, the bell rang. A hand fumbled for the only target that mattered. Enduring one last ring, she struck blindly. K.O.
August 11, 2015
50 Word Short Story: Snooze
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