‘It is not real’, sighed the spectators watching from far away on their sports broadcasts.
Instead the paused moment of watching their enforcer get the beat down for the sake of enforcing reign on the ice incited the arena into rage adrenalin.
Players from each team, fans from each side erupted into almighty violence, carnage too chaotic to comprehend. Teeth and blood flying like shrapnel in the humid air.
And in the haze and in the maze of flying fists and shrapnel, the hockey enforcer’s wife walked through the violence as if parting the legendary red sea.
She stared into the eyes of those who incite such drama for the sake of filling arenas and selling team merchandise. And in a hush the arena was quiet, no music, no clapping, nothing but pure silence. The hockey enforcer rose to his feet and skated to his wife, a gesture promising to forsake his career to be home with her, his true love.
The crowd erupted into a cheer, clapping, chanting and singing, until a roar consumed the arena, a loud rumbling from the depths of the enforcer’s wife, “Enough,” she punctuated in the final breath of voice before blowing away the arena barriers. Alone holding hands staring into each other for eternity, the enforcer knew he had to go back to work laying down the hockey law. “Gotta go babe.” and he skated back into the carnage, into the darkness, away from choices. CH
Thank you for reading a short story today, amina