If eyes are windows to the soul, Gabriel’s glazed, distant stare, as he regained his consciousness, were a looking-glass into his future.
Win, lose, or draw, fighters dispose of something, some part of the self that never returns.
There, as Gabriel awakened, only time would shed light on his journey along the sport’s unforgiving path, but, for now, he required serious medical attention.
Prompted from the Weekend Writing Prompt #142 at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/02/01/weekend-writing-prompt-142-looking-glass/.
I like your version of the prompt! I’ve been hosting a first sentence prompt for a while now and ran across this prompt so I joined in with my own 64 words.
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So many of these prompts are great!
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I invite you to link up with me each month at my party with your own short story, current one open until February 9.
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It does for me, search Grammy’s Grid on Google and when you come to my home page you will see the prompt party and the list for all of the upcoming prompts for 2020.
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