Humanity falters

Photo by Pablo Rebolledo on Unsplash

The two men moved about the ring; their chiseled frames glistened with perspiration. When the bell rang, the two stopped fighting and went to their corners; chests rose and fell rapidly with each breath. At their corners, a team waiting to wipe their brow, give them water, and a coach to provide insight and direction. Fernando sat next to his father, wondering what the hell was going on. They sat midway up the raised seating in the auditorium.
Fernando had…