Daniel Hamilton 10K
The Wrong Category-Ending
As she flung his hand off her arm the words came spitting out “or he’s ugly or little like you.”
“What did you say?” replied Barry.
“I said, ‘or little like you, OK!” quoted the woman furiously.
There they both stopped and looked each other straight in the eye. It was like they had just frozen, lost in space. You could hear in the distance an owl. Crisp packets and leaves racing across the tarmac. There was an eerie feel as the wind howled through the dark sky. A car went past with its exhaust banging and popping. The heap of junk with wheels distracted the woman. As she looked back Barry was still there facing her. She knew something was going to happen. She tried to run away. Barry grabbed her. She flung her fist at him. Hitting him at the bottom of his cheekbone. Barry held his face in shock. You could hear blood dripping like water coming out of a wet sponge. There. She had part of Barry’s skin caught on the corner of her ring.