Feb 15, 2024
OPEN: CHRIS
Seated on the gritty sidewalk, bathed in the soft glow of neon signs that flickered overhead, the young man nursed his bruised knuckles and wounded pride. The sounds of the bustling city faded into a distant hum as he cradled the makeshift ice pack of frozen vegetables against his swollen cheek, wincing at the cold sting. His denim-clad knees drawn close, he replayed the heated altercation in the smoky bar, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.
“I totally won, right?” He finally barks out after a moment of contemplation. “Definitely didn’t go down without a fight that’s for damn sure right.”