To be clear, my mother was mad. Real mad.
All I saw was my mother standing there in here nightgown with a rolling pin one moment, an impassive expression on her face before she tackled Ms. Sofia to the ground.
I cringed as the rolling pin met Ms. Sofia’s face with a crack and continued to watch the fight between the two older women, smelling the faint smell of blood and mildew in the air.
Then a twig snapped behind me. I snapped around to try and see who or what it was when something heavy crashed against my head and my world went black.
I like this piece from how realistic the scenery is in a way without displaying outlandish nonsense.
Make it more imaginary to appeal to the senses better.