Fist as weapon - V

When you were new in town you had to prove yourself as quick as possible.

Roddy didn't have large hands, but he had a crazy temperament. Calm one moment standing next to you lending you a cigarette on a cold day, mashing some random guy's face in the next.

See it was with fists like it was with knives. A sharp blade gives you a clean cut and you just have to pay attention to not cut yourself. It's the dull blade that can suddenly dislodge and cut you. A large fist could cleanly knock you out and you'd be out for good, left alone. But that small knuckley fists of Roddy they would hurt like hell but you'd be on the ground still awake.

And that's when he'd jump on you and start mashing your face. The moment's heat wouldn't allow him to stop even long past the time you clocked out.

This is how Roddy killed somebody last week. I happened to see it. The police know this, but they don't know on paper.
Did not have to think while writing this. If you are thinking when you are trying to write then maybe you are not letting the best ideas come through you. Instead you are trying to create fake things out of nothing?
2021-12-02 15:23:13

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