I put on my baggy top, basketball shorts, and converse. I checked my phone time. It read 7 pm.
I grabbed my keys and drove to the south beach. I left the keys in the car and walked to the dock where I saw Kelsey.
Right on time.
"Kelsey," I said in a angry tone.
"Sahar," she stated mockingly.
"You ready or what?," I questioned.
"I'm ready bish."
She threw the first punch. I threw the second.
We were going at it for quite some time one punch after the other.
Both of us had bruises, both of us had blood.
It's a fight, she didn't come for a beauty contest.
It was going well until our fists connected.
We both shot backwards in pain.
We fell gracefully into the sand.
Then it was all black.
Even my dreams couldn't be made out. The memory replayed in my head over and over again.
She punched. I punched back. It was a cycle.
Our fists met and that was it.
The pain could no longer be felt.
It was dark. To dark to see. To dark to feel.
To dark to comprehend words.
I wonder if Kelsey was knocked out too.
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