Flash Fiction: The Lonely Fight

“Savage” Steve thought he could remain buoyant in any situation, but three-minutes in to the first-round, he felt as though he were drowning; not because the wrestler—built like a fire hydrant with ears cauliflowered into hardened knobs—on top of him was smothering oxygen from his lungs, but because his flakey coaches never even showed up to the fight. 

Stepping into the cage alone in nothing but sponsor-littered underwear and gloves is one thing, but a silent corner is another.

Steve, lonely beyond belief, quit on the stool between rounds, and his team the following day.

Word Count: 100

Prompted from MMA Storytime’s 100 Word Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://mmastorytime.com/2020/03/30/100-word-flash-fiction-challenge-12/.

Prompted from the Word of the Day Challenge at: https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/04/02/buoyant/.

Prompted from the Ragtag Daily Prompt at: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/04/02/rdp-thursday-lonely/.

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