The two men in front of me were ten feet ahead now. The splashing sound of water hit my ears in a rush. The water itself hit my face. I looked up from my feet to see the middle man in the middle of the stream. He laid there for a second. The stream had widened and the rocks had gotten wider as well. I think they had gotten sharper, or so it seemed like it. The middle man stood, shaking, to his feet. There was blood oozing from his arm. He stumbled towards the old man, who had a hint of victory in his eye. The middle man swung his bleeding arm towards the old man's face, with his hand clenched in a ball. The old man grabbed the hand, and in one swift motion, the middle man was on the ground again. Red water swirled around his head.
Please forgive the awfulness. I had no inspiration or motivation to write.
Love,
Domi
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