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This is based an actual experience that I had a couple of months ago.


Submitted:Jul 24, 2013    Reads: 15    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


1:00am, I'm winning.

I punch them left then right, kick.

I go in for the finishing blow.

They catch my eye, I pause.

The night sky dark, and usually blank.

Hosted three lights.

One red.

One bright white.

One a dim white.

They hover in a straight line before my window.

Camera in hand, I try to film.

The lights do not appear on camera.

I observe further.

I ponder.

Back to winning.

I unpause.

I lose.





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