Turn About, a 100 word story

It was late afternoon, quiet and still. Snow was falling onto the scuffed earth. It fell onto the puddle of blood at his feet.


The attack was so unexpected out here that the fight shouldn't have happened, but this was his day. John's victim happened to know how to fight. That and the adrenaline rush his target used to his advantage turned the odds against himself.


John stood there, unable to speak, his hands tight against blood oozing stomach wounds, watching his blood pulse out of the gash on his inner thigh. The silence and darkness fell hard upon him.