Amy watched Petra circle her opponent. From her vantage point, Amy thought Petra seemed off her game, somehow.
A swift move…Crack! …Petra’s head snapped back and she was on the ropes, shielding her head and body from raining blows.
Amy was incensed. As the bell went, she tended her charge with forceful words. They had to win this one.
As Petra sipped wearily from her bottle,
Amy hissed, “Do you remember the beating you received from Alex?”
Petra froze.
“Now go!” Amy shouted, as the bell went.
Moments later, the opponent lay unconscious.
Amy screamed with the crowd.
She knew there was a key to unlocking this battered woman.

©Vivian Zems

Friday Fiction with Rochelle

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