Today's OneWord: Alive
Alive and well, far from hot Hell, he dusted his shirt off and doffed his hat to the ladies fair, who wondered where he'd been the night he'd gotten his lights punched out, his shoes worn out, his pants ripped up, his tongue near torn out of his own skull. He wandered aimlessly through the dark city and thought about where his assailants had gone. Bruises never stopped him.