A driver that knew how to take.
Clarice felt like people should be watching her do something, do something to some body. Cheering for pain infliction and blood and bodies slapping down on the mat.
Mat. Ring. Where's the ring?
She glanced around, expecting to see a roped off square with a beer logo and referee dancing and dodging while a spirited crowd shouted her name all around us.
My name…
Her flushed arms lightened, her veins receded, and with it all feeling of doubt. A transformation had taken place, leaving her with many certitudes. The first and most obvious was she no longer felt alien. She was the alien. And confidence of the most supreme form had replaced the plague of fears. She felt the dried tears on her face and wondered how she could ever cry, how she could ever submit t
