From a Safe Distance

Two views of the same incident.

He threw himself at her. She adroitly side-stepped the falling body. There was no reason for her to be hurt trying to break his fall.

He wore his heart on his sleeve. She was armed with a machete. She aimed for his fingertips and caught him just above the elbow.

Me? I was at a nearby table, drinking coffee from Nordstrom’s, far less violently killing time.