One Hit Wonders

The force with which he brought his hand down was enough to rattle

my skull and force blood from my nose. His knees kept jabbing sharply

into my ribs as his left hand held me by the throat. Completely helpless,

I just hoped it to be over. A wind kicked up and his cologne wafted over me.

He smelled exactly like my father. At least that was amusing. 

Reviews

[Rochelle Tyler]

David, it's been a while since I've had a chance to read your writing but I feel that because of that, I am really able to see the difference in quality. I feel like you've done great at only leaving in the details that are important and interesting, and editing out anything else that may stall the fluidity of the paragraph. I don't know if you intended this or even really noticed yourself, but I have! Great work on your recent stories.