Jane Jago’s Drabbles – Three Hundred and Sixty-Eight

The fight broke out with gleeful viciousness, filling the pub with mindless violence. Sounds of laboured breathing and breaking glass drowned out the juke box, and the already sticky floor swam with spilled beer and blood.  The skinny old woman huddled and tried to become invisible. One punch landed anyway, and as her head snapped back the sound of her neck breaking was loud enough to stop everyone in their tracks. By the time the police arrived the room was empty, save for the woman with her head at an unnatural angle  and the bored bartender sweeping up broken glass.

©jj 2018

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