Today is Day Eight of the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge. Click on the letter picture to the right for more information about this blog hop. Like last year, I’m writing 100-word flash fiction stories/poems/scenes for this year’s challenge. Today’s is:
Ridged foreheads shadowing menacing, yellow eyes. Hands gripped in tight fists. Brad tried to back away, but he was surrounded on all sides.
He reeled with the first blow that caught his side. A sharp-toed boot stabbed his thigh. He stumbled, then collapsed under a barrage of unfettered kicking, pounding his legs, his chest, his arms. He tried to pull himself up, to get away, but was beaten down by bloodied knuckles and shoes.
When they eventually left, Brad could barely move. He spat red saliva and vowed never again to declare himself for Picard at another convention.
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