The Peace Deal
Entry by: Alex Fleet
20th February 2015
The Waiting
They circled each other, heckles raised. They showed each other their weapons, their sharp instruments of pain; how big they were. They growled at each other, spat, crept forward, retreated, circled. Tested.
The observers observed, kept out the way, not wanting to get involved. Watched from a safe distance, sometimes hiding, sometimes bravely shouting support for their favourite.
Occasionally a few would gang up and chase off an individual. Whether the individual was their aggressor or their victim it was often hard to tell; that would depend on who did the telling.
Eventually, there might be injury or death but, usually, just complaining and grumbling as the offenders slunk off and watched each other with suspicion.
There was no deal for peace. Just a waiting.
They circled each other, heckles raised. They showed each other their weapons, their sharp instruments of pain; how big they were. They growled at each other, spat, crept forward, retreated, circled. Tested.
The observers observed, kept out the way, not wanting to get involved. Watched from a safe distance, sometimes hiding, sometimes bravely shouting support for their favourite.
Occasionally a few would gang up and chase off an individual. Whether the individual was their aggressor or their victim it was often hard to tell; that would depend on who did the telling.
Eventually, there might be injury or death but, usually, just complaining and grumbling as the offenders slunk off and watched each other with suspicion.
There was no deal for peace. Just a waiting.
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