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.

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.

Indigo Bunting said...

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

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