Umbrellas become weapons as we fight to the tube station. You elbow me as you pass and I square up, ready to fight. You say, What? I say, What? and we stare and we pause and you flick water in my eyes. I take each of my gloves, roll them together into a ball and aim at your nose. You see my arm draw back, raise an eyebrow and kick me in the knees. Today was going to be a fine day, a light day. As I lay on the ground; many people avoid me, many people try to help.
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I’m imaging your 100 days as a film, and every film has a fight scene. Who would play your opponent?
It seems very unlike you to resort to violence; but so like you to use rolled up gloves as a weapon!