This was the first drabble I ever wrote. It’s still one of my favorites.

"Hand-to-Hand"

By Joseph Manno

The bruised and angry little boy glared at his adoptive father.

"Now will you teach me how to fight?"

The old Vulcan replied, "You must first learn the ways of peace."

That answer had once served… but not now.

"That's not logical, Master. I've tried... talking... walking away... telling an adult. The last works—until he or she leaves.

"Then it starts again."

An arched brow was the response.

Luciano Mantovanni added, "And it's not fair. It's easy for you to be peaceful... everyone loves you.

"But I'm different."

That struck home.

Perhaps it is time, Sevek thought.

"Very well."