FACE OFF
By John D. Brooke
She hurled insult after insult to his face, his features remained calm and unemotional. His chiseled jaw and calm visage displayed no reaction whatever to the abuse she was heaping on him. His resolute tranquility only goaded her into physical intensity as she screamed and began beating on his massive chest with her tiny clenched fists. The violence of her action forced a faint smile and a subtle widening of his sapphire hard eyes. He took hold of her wrists and lifted her off the floor and held her to the side as she tried to kick him in the crown jewels.
When her violence was spent he dropped her on the floor like a sack of potatoes and began to chuckle. His stony continence cracked up into a wide smile. He tried in vain to stifle paroxysms of howling laughter. Looked down at her vulnerable inert form that she had drawn-up into the fetal position.
He managed to gasp out between bursts of merriment “Happy first anniversary my adorable Munchkin.”
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John D. Brooke, is an expatriate Canadian living by the Sea of Cortez in Baja California Sur, Mexico. He was a senior advertising scribbler and is now an emerging writer of published poetry, published flash fiction, and a soon to be published novel.
By John D. Brooke
She hurled insult after insult to his face, his features remained calm and unemotional. His chiseled jaw and calm visage displayed no reaction whatever to the abuse she was heaping on him. His resolute tranquility only goaded her into physical intensity as she screamed and began beating on his massive chest with her tiny clenched fists. The violence of her action forced a faint smile and a subtle widening of his sapphire hard eyes. He took hold of her wrists and lifted her off the floor and held her to the side as she tried to kick him in the crown jewels.
When her violence was spent he dropped her on the floor like a sack of potatoes and began to chuckle. His stony continence cracked up into a wide smile. He tried in vain to stifle paroxysms of howling laughter. Looked down at her vulnerable inert form that she had drawn-up into the fetal position.
He managed to gasp out between bursts of merriment “Happy first anniversary my adorable Munchkin.”
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John D. Brooke, is an expatriate Canadian living by the Sea of Cortez in Baja California Sur, Mexico. He was a senior advertising scribbler and is now an emerging writer of published poetry, published flash fiction, and a soon to be published novel.
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This is a good piece. I am bothered only by the misuse of the word 'continence'. I think you meant 'countenance'!