Photo By: Charlie Davis Illustration
Day 17 of 44 — The story campaign. Click here to read all about it.
Monday, November 4, 2019
Backing into the corner Mahan of Pier III smelt the raging tussle at his feet. Beneath each breath responded a gutless cry. Throwing back in defense the inner bull with no sorrow attacked. Rubbing along the left elbow were the ropes guiding the vessel back into the fight.
“Chin down, chin down, chin down,” yelled grandma’. From the corner her fist mocking practice sessions. “Roll Mahan, roll got-damnit.”
The crowd cheered alongside each boxer’s sweat — for every glove smacking a boxer’s body moisture would fly off into the ether.
Mahan’s trustee would warn in doubt. Best not to cling for it’s also the warning of what must be at bay. Each round resulted in Mahan’s expense. An opponent’s motive is never shown, only a fool looks for it. As bamboo the roots grow first, observing it’s environment, learning what reacts, and clapping sticks after the 10 second mark triggers beast to drown him.
Rocking the hips, waving his fist, swerving then sits, protecting his chin, Mahan’s reaction arrives at the creation of ten black-holes near center ring. His opponent caught in southpaw, a right powering glove to his upper left cheek bone sat his ass…
He fought for the respect of a fighter. The journey soon teaches him it’s not a win where you deserve respect, but the moments where you earn it and counting. On average he lost every round between 1 and 5, but was known to knockout after 6.
And that’s all I care to say about a bamboo fighting fool.