C57 Tap, tap, punch

“I can do it better.” Ben snorts. “Watch,” I say and slap my phone against his chest, “and learn.”

My fists connect with the punching bag in a tap, tap, punch rhythm. I forget where I am and punch the bag like I have seen professional boxers do. I keep going at it until my arms protest and my speed slows. When I stop, my breath comes out short and heavy