Fighting Blind

When he made it back to his corner, he looked far worse than his positive nature would let on. He tried to cut the obvious tension with a joke, telling his corner, “Cut me.”

It felt like a balloon was inflating inside his eye socket; his field of vision sealed shut just as the doctor entered the cage to survey the damage. The doctor covered his good eye with one hand and held up three fingers with the other.

“Three,” he guessed.

“Watch him closely,” the doctor instructed the referee before exiting the cage, allowing action to resume.

Prompted from the Six Sentence Story Word Prompt at:


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