Intense, Harvey. Enjoyed it a lot. It had me wondering why the ref and Tats didn't stop the fight as injuries mounted. Had me thinking it was a hit job.
In my mind (if I recall) it was NYC, a seedy fight in a seedy, crowdy, noisy arena, a washed-up boxer (his mind going or gone from too many beatings (but he "hadda keep fightin'), overworked ambulance crews, etc.
Unfortunately what was "in my mind" didn't make it onto the page. See why I keep saying take your time, be sure what's in your head as the story unfolds makes it onto the page?
This is so incredibly sad! I knew what was coming but the writing would not let me stop. Good, as usual, Harvey.
Thanks, Nan.
Good writing! Yeah. I'm still alive.
Thanks, Sam. Always glad to hear from you.
Intense, Harvey. Enjoyed it a lot. It had me wondering why the ref and Tats didn't stop the fight as injuries mounted. Had me thinking it was a hit job.
Maybe. Or maybe it was just too much over the years. Shrug. I dunno. :-)
Yes, the "if they ever arrived" made me think maybe the trainer didn't call anyone. Or at least not help.
In my mind (if I recall) it was NYC, a seedy fight in a seedy, crowdy, noisy arena, a washed-up boxer (his mind going or gone from too many beatings (but he "hadda keep fightin'), overworked ambulance crews, etc.
Unfortunately what was "in my mind" didn't make it onto the page. See why I keep saying take your time, be sure what's in your head as the story unfolds makes it onto the page?
An excellent piece of writing, Harvey. I feel like I was in the room!
Thanks, Mardy. "I feel like I was in the room" is the highest praise a fiction writer can receive.
Well, in this case, it was well-deserved.
I began tearing up halfway and then the end… thanks for all the feels.
Wow, thanks, Julia. :-)
Sounds like life beat him up as much as his battle in the ring. Nice story.
Thanks, George. That's kind'a how I felt too.
Good story. He remembered what was important. His family.
Only he didn't remember they were gone. :-)