DARK REGRET

When I could take it no longer, I gave him a sucker punch that threw him directly to the ground. He wobbly rose ready to fight. It was very unlike him. I didn't want to hurt him, but there was only one way to end the fight, it's called winning. Not to brag (pun intended) it's something I'm accustomed to. The nature of combat success is hardly comprehensible to mere mortals like him. Man and son danced and waved around each other in a deadly dance of death. Furniture and ceramics were broken. Glasses shuttered and retreat pleas were yelled. Guests were forced to intervene. In the heat of the moment, and amid such a humungous presence, painful truths were screamed. Family secrets were recklessly spilt, the kind that ought to be justifiably preserved.