Yellow Fly

I was on Pelican Drive just passed the scenic walkway; a location where I lived quite peacfully some years prior. This time peace was not on the menu. Once the old Pizza-Hut-shaped house loomed to my left, there appeared an adversary. After an unsuccessful attempt at outruning the foe, I pulled a quick one-eighty and landed a right hook square in the face. The remainder of my route was completed without challenge.