Each candle was lit—all 100 of them, completing the tournament’s opening ceremony.
Two names appeared above the judges: Leon and Saber. Bets were collected in the crowd.
The fighters were escorted to the sand pit by way of drums, pounding like the hearts in the chest of each competitor. Not quite a fight to the death, but sometimes matches concluded with a lifeless body in the center of the circle.
When Leon defeated Saber with a head kick that echoed throughout the warehouse, Saber’s candle, as had been the ritual for the past three decades, was blown out.
Word Count: 99
Prompted from Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://carrotranch.com/2020/05/21/may-21-flash-fiction-challenge-2/.
Prompted from the Word of the Day Challenge at: https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/05/23/sand/.