Yellow Beach

“Let him go,” George said.

“Fuck off, old man,” the young man said, his eyes narrowing.

“Let him go or I will hit you,” George said, raising his fists.

“Is this a joke?” the young man jeered.

“I’ve only one punch left in me,” George said, moving his fists in circles. “But if you don’t let him go I will knock you out. Your two stooges will piss themselves laughing when they see you floored by an old man. And they’ll piss themselves again, in fear I have more than one punch left in me.”

The laughter faded.

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