Stories by Sylvia

I stood alone at ringside watching my boyfriend beat with his worst pursuer. One punch, another punch. They exchanged fists as if they were savage barbarians. I brushed my long blond bangs off my face and looked at my opponents. Emil, my boyfriend, is rather petite in build. Long hair, slim...

Right after high school graduation I dated Jason. The boy was many years older than me, dark-skinned, very powerfully built. I liked his feistiness and confidence. He did not let himself be blown away. Out of character he was difficult, he used to have tantrums, he could bad-mouth me, even beat...