Monday, January 14, 2008

14/366: John Ratigan

The kid next door picked on me relentlessly, egged on by his older friend. One day, I’d had enough. I got up, walked toward him. He continued to taunt. I decked him. Clocked him good, bloodied his nose. His mother’s complaints stung him more than the blow. I had my justice.
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3 comments:

Mali said...

Welcome to the project. Indigo Bunting has been advertising your blog, and I can see I'm going to enjoy reading you.

January 14, 2008 at 3:58 PM
Indigo Bunting said...

Hi Mali! Glad you're here. Maybe I'll start commenting over HERE instead of at her other site!

January 14, 2008 at 5:41 PM
Aslo White said...

mali: Thanks so much for reading. I am really enjoying the writing for its own sake, but I have to admit it's gratifying to know that it's being read.

(And by "enjoying," I mean "obsessively writing as this project eats my brain.")

Indigo: Sorry to make your head whip back and forth. :D

January 16, 2008 at 11:22 AM

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