Thinking He’d Killed Me

​If the chair hadn’t wobbled, maybe it would have turned out differently.

Movement equals opportunity.

So,  I took advantage.

He wasn’t ready.

I have to tell myself that so I don’t feel like such a heel. 

But, he clearly wasn’t ready, because, when the chair went over, he froze.

Maybe he was thinking he killed me.

I don’t know.

Anyway, it gave me time.

Not a lot, but enough.

First, the chair leg snapped.

Then, so did his.

It wasn’t fair, but, like I said, he was starting to piss me off.

And, after I’d wedged myself into his uniform, I did take a minute to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Turns out he could dish it out, but he couldn’t take it.

I may even have broken his jaw.

That’s on me.