Jan 17 2009
A Brutal Fight
Cain leaned on the wall as he watched the impatient crowd wait for the bread van. He was in total control and none dared to jump the queue. It was not long before the van arrived and was greeted with excitement. “Order, hold on to your numbers”, Cain shouted with authority. For twenty minutes the queue moved slowly and in an orderly manner. But then a lanky soldier with faded camouflage uniform came up, and all hell broke loose. As he moved to the front, he felt a big hand on his shoulder.” Hold it right there!” barked Cain.“Who do you think ?” the soldier started to answer, but he was cut short as a right uppercut caught his jaw and he staggered backwards, managing to balance and avoid falling. Upright, he ducked another blow and kicked Cain with his hard black boots. He followed his kicks with two solid punches that collided with Cain’s big front teeth. The latter fell spread-eagled, dazed and stunned by the lightning punches. The two men traded fierce solid blows, and head-butted each other. Their clothes were soon soaked with blood and stuck to their bodies, and the crowd now looked horrified. The arrival of two policemen on mountain bikes brought the fight to an end, and the two men, in handcuffs, were led towards the Central Police Station, with their heads bent downwards, followed by a laughing and mocking crowd.
