PHOTO PROMPT © James Pyles
They called it “Freak Alley” for a good reason. It was summer when they faced each other. Zephyr realized he didn’t quite remember the argument’s source. Then he saw Jaison at the other end and his blood virtually boiled recalling something about a matter of honor.
“You ready for it?” Jaison yelled with scorn.
“Who needs to be ready for you?” Zephyr spat back.
“Then let’s do it!” Jaison relaxed his hand and let the bag he was holding fall open.
Zephyr did the same and pulled out his first can of spray paint.
The graffiti duel ran for hours.
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