Bloody Knuckles

Nadia

The heavy bag kept swinging under the force of his fists, chains creaking. In fact, it felt like he was hitting the punching bag even harder now that I had arrived.

Sweat flew with every impact and the sound of his punches echoed through the space.

I cleared my throat louder and said his name this time but again it got me nothing.

A spark of irritation cut through the nerves fluttering in my