He’d never done this without his mom cage side or somewhere in the stands. Her passing during his camp was a test of mental fortitude—every painful day.
A ghostly breeze brushed him as he stepped into the cage; she was there.
Word Count: 42
Prompted from Deb Whittam’s 42 Words at: https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2020/10/18/42-words-24/.
Prompted from Eugi’s Weekly Prompt at: https://amanpan.com/2020/10/19/eugis-weekly-prompt-ghostly-october-19-2020-%f0%9f%91%bb/.