Flash - The New Black

The New Black – Tim Butler

The two champions circled each other in the gloom. Crouching low, they thrust out tailors scissors, sharpened to a wicked edge. One wore a navy blue suit, three piece, perfectly fitted. The other wore a suit cut from jet black cloth. Likewise the crowd made up two sides, one black, one navy. Some held scissors and some wore tape measures slung around their pale necks. Steel flashed in the dark, a feint, a lunge and the black suited fighter crumpled to the floor, shining scissors jutting from his chest. The navy suits cheered, this would be their year.