The Fight
All I could hear was my breathing. Like a bull, trapped, trampled, stuck, my breath in and out, in and out. For one second I wondered if that’s all anyone else could hear. But then Heather threw her first punch, and everything around me fell away. All the cheering, all the friends, the strangers, the cars, the sunset, the humidity, it melted away out of the corners of my eyes, until there was just a blur of darkness at the edges, Heather in front of me, and my breathing.