Fiction Every round went two minutes. If you stepped out of the ring, you lost. If you cried, you lost. If you got knocked out or if you yelled stop, you lost. Afterwards we drank Coca-Colas and smoked Marlboros, our chests heaving, our faces all different shades of blacks and reds and yellows. 8 February 201022 May 2015 joannemerriam Read “Refresh, Refresh” by Benjamin Percy. Read More