Impact and Drift

My right arm was extended, fist pressed against the black heavy bag. A quiet shift settled into my joints. I drew my fist back an inch. The bag swayed slightly on its chain, a faint white powder scattering under the light. I stepped back, lowering my stance to steady my boots against the rubber floor. It moved because I struck it. The room remained still, but my balance was real.#Bloodyroar