Fists hit my face as pain overwhelmed me. I heard her voice, dodging sobs and tears, wail "please, don't hurt him!" Too late I thought; and blood filled my mouth. My assailant seemed invincible as he kicked my ribs until people pulled him away from me. The last thing I remember before blacking out was her saying, "cops are coming, got to get him out of here so he doesn't get arrested." It would be a week before I ate solids. I laugh now at the irony. That was the last time I helped a damsel in "distress".
*blogger's note* This is my 100 words submission to http://www.velvetverbosity.com/ . The one word prompt is INVINCIBLE. I had a tough time with this week's word. There are several excellent entries including Bobina's own Invincible, Just Maybe at http://mythoughtsonthesubjectareasfollow.blogspot.com/ . Check out vel's site's and the fine writers there.
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