Nod
May 1, 2021
That last one got more bone than flesh. He hurt himself more than me.
His pits smell like — skunk? coffee? pot?
His knuckles look “pain red”. He’s so winded I feel sorry for HIM — my face is so hot it feels… good? Looking back at Boss, he awaits the que: another #nod.
#vss365
(Twitter writing prompt)
