Once Upon a Time

Once Upon a Time, There were two men, George Milton and Lennie Small. Lennie, was in a heap o' trouble; He had killed a fellow worker's wife. Curley who was in such a furious state had planned on pursuing his wife's attacker. George being such a kind hearted and golden friend attempted to deter Curley from doing so; the two then began to quarrel which quickly slid downhill. George and Curley, both who cared deeply for their comrades then faced each other; like a scene from an old western movie, guns at their sides. One step. Another. Curley drew first BANG and a miss. George just milliseconds later, BANG he had missed as well. Split seconds later the two were on each other like white on rice. George was on top, thundering down his fists the way Zeus would throw thunderbolts, crashing into Curley's face with such force that one would think Curley's face would be decimated into soup. Curley moved so swiftly out of his predicament that one would swear the lord himself possessed Curley. Now he was atop George. Raining fists down like a hailstorm, Blood gushing from every orifice on his face. Trying his hardest to knock the sense out of George. Curley jumps up, George scrambles to his feet. Both of their faces drenched in thick dark red ooze. Their clothes tattered, worn, and covered with dirt and debris from the tussle, it looked as though they were soldiers in the trenches crawling around in their very own filth. Two right hands cocked back, like the hammer on a gun, they both squeezed the trigger at the same time. Within a split second the two fists collided with one another's face, the sound was similar to that of a whip being cracked in mid-air, the two dropped like sacks of potatoes, The crowd that had gathered around them in the traditional fight circle, howled like wolves around a kill. George and Curley were knocked out cold.