It started with a suggestive “look”.
It quickly escalated into “yo’r mama’s”.
Now, here behind the textile plant, Nichilai, my best friend, was hell-bent to defend the honor of his family.
Stupidity encircled us… in all shapes, sizes, creeds, and colors.
We were the new-ones. Dad had been recently promoted … a low-level executive position. He had finagled an associate’s position for his nephew, Nichilai’s father.
Family was important.
Defending family… a duty.
More and more were gathering. Bets were being places. Taunts were being tossed. No one here actually cared about the outcome…
And his honor.
Written for The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge: Requirements: March 23, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write about an audience. It can be broad or small, and gathered for any reason. How does your character react to an audience? Is the audience itself a character. Go where the prompt leads.