Unwavering Assault

The assault began immediately after I taunted her. When I thought there was nothing she could do to stop me. And indeed, last night was the closest she ever came; but once again, she failed.

The rain came down in sheets of bullets, fired at me from the West as I roared North. She pushed and pushed, trying to force me off the road, trying to slow me down. I wouldn’t give in. I wouldn’t show weakness.

The last drop landed on the back of my neck. Her momentary concession. Her way of saying, “There will be a next time. I will not be defeated.”

I laughed and echoed her.