The Blonde

7:34 a.m. and 30 seconds

Kowalski was being dragged across the floor. He could hear his rusty leg brace scraping along the linoleum. The pink-and-purple sutures on his face were popping open. This monster was coming undone. He’d taken too hard a fall this morning. Left him weakened, vulnerable. The bigger monster was in charge. Why had he thought a simple slap could subdue him?

A security alarm was in full roar. Lights flashed in the hall.

The bigger monster was lifting him up now.

The bigger monster was smashing a fist into his face.

The bigger monster vanished when everything went black.