Gritty Details

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Today's OneWord: Collar

He tried to run away from me, but I was too fast. He tried to hit me, but my blows were sharper and more damaging. He tried to cuss me out, but I extended my fingers and gripped the rough edges of his shirt collar, pulling the stiff fabric around his neck so he could barely breathe.

"In my neighborhood," I warned him in a low growl, "your rebellion stops at my doorstep."

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