Monday, August 29, 2011

He, the foe, and his friend.

He looked across the wide room from the view on top of the balcony. Looking through the vast sea of people, he discriminated the foe. The indignity the foe had caused him fueled his deep, passionate rancor that he held for the foe. He started down the stairs in order to confront the foe, but his friend curtailed him, not letting him pass. The memory of the foe's maligning of him burned inside of him like a newly-lit candle. He  pushed aside his friend and threaded his way through the multitude of humans. He came eye-to-eye with the foe and in one split second, his rampant fury was unleashed. 

1 comment:

  1. Really nice--I like the way the "foe" remains nameless (reminds me of a movie I saw this weekend--"Drive," in which Ryan Gosling plays a getaway-car driver ... and we never learn his name. In fact, in the credits he's listed as "Driver"). You used the words elegantly, smoothly and accurately. Nice work!

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