The official told Terry, “You’re next.”
Terry paced behind the curtain, awaiting his walkout music to burst from the speakers. The butterflies in his stomach darted in every direction at once.
“Get those butterflies to soar in formation,” coached reminded, sensing his anxiety.
He shook out his heavy arms, rolled his head on his shoulders, and took a deep breath before marching toward the cage.
Feeling the canvas beneath his feet was familiar, but every logical fiber in Terry’s being told him to run.
When he heard the door lock behind him, a flip switched, and his nerves surrendered.
Word Count: 99
Prompted from Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://carrotranch.com/2020/05/15/may-14-flash-fiction-challenge-2/.
Prompted from the Sunday Writing Prompt at: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/05/17/sunday-writing-prompt-emotions/.
Prompted from the Ragtag Daily Prompt at: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/05/18/rdp-monday-surrender/.