SnapPost #7 – Ten minutes of Ke!th
Keith was late. Sitting on the bus with only the soft tick-toc of a fellow passenger’s watch to be heard he was reminded of how time was marching onwards and how late he was getting. It wasn’t the end of the world he tried to remind himself he was sure that they would understand if he stepped in late, after all it was his first lesson. He didn’t want to make a bad impression though, he hated being late, maybe he would talk to the instructor afterwards to apologies. The bus came to a stop and he jumped out and ran towards the class. The big “Krav Maga this way” signs helped him navigate the large community center quickly. If he wanted to make a difference, he needed to train. He was excited. He tried to slip into the classroom unnoticed as many partners were already trying out a few moves. Was this the right class? This didn’t look like a 101 type of lesson. A bald and angry looking man spotted him and walked towards him.
“Hey! your late, well I’m not gonna waste time going over things right now, time to sink or swim, here take this knife.”
Keith caught the knife that was suddenly flying through the air, happy to learn that it was plastic. “Hi, yes I’m sorry I’m late but the bus—
“Talk later, fight now.” “Come at me!”
“Well this is strange” thought Keith. “But OK then.” He ran at the guy, knife in hand. He didnt know what happened after that but next thing he knew he was laying on the floor. His ribs bursting with pain and the bald guy was holding the knife. Keith had a lot to learn.