Daniel German

Bull’s Might, Owl’s Wisdom

With the unmistakable crunch of tire-disturbed dirt coming from outside, John knew his time was up. John winced as he placed a final bandage on a cut above his eyebrow. The reflection in his bathroom mirror showed each painfully fresh bruise. His body ached. But, after an empowering deep breath, John walked out picking up his wooden baseball bat on his way.