I feel like I’m in a rut both creatively and weight wise. I gained! WTF! I’m counting points and I’m exercising and my husband said it might be muscle your gaining. It’s ok. No, the FU$% it isn’t! Instead of stress eating, I’ll write and chew gum. This is in response to Carrot Ranch’s prompt: Warrior and creating a short story in 99 words. No more, no less.
I had to look up the definition and found:
Definition of warrior
: a person engaged or experienced in warfare; broadly: a person engaged in some struggle or conflict poverty warriors
The unexpected jolt to the chin was her warning. The blinding pain, the sign she sought after. She was more wounded by the fact he punched her than by the soreness setting in.
‘I’m sorry!’ He said walking toward her.
She made the decision to step back watching his eyes that went pitch black the moment she stepped away holding her face. No sword, no shield, just her wits and will, she leaped for her keys and dashed to her car. She couldn’t watch him in the rearview mirror. Later, filing a report, she learned she escaped a murderer.