His mouth was as dry as the Mojave; in fact, he found it crucial to keep his mouth closed because he didn’t want to allow any more air in than was necessary. He had stopped sweating hours ago; there wasn’t a single ounce more his bony frame could spare.
He’d rather get punched in the face than cut weight, but his battle against gravity would be over as soon as the member of the state athletic commission read the number on the triple beam scale.
The commissioner cancelled out the balance, “155!”
He breathed a sign of relief that must have weighed ten-pounds.
Prompted from Six Sentence Story Word Prompt at: https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2020/11/29/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-136/.
Prompted from Your Daily Word Prompt at: https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/11/30/your-daily-word-prompt-crucial-ydwordprompt-november-30-2020/.
Skillful use of the prompts.
~cie from poetry of the netherworld~
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Thank you so much!!!
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Intense! i could feel his anxiety!
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These get more intriguing each week. Great six.
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I always appreciate your feedback!
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Whew! What a relief that announcement must have been.
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Talk about nerve-racking! But what a sense of relief 🙂
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My cousin used to wrestle in high school, and it broke my heart that he would go hungry and not drink just to make the weight. It seemed like torture to me. You’ve described this very well indeed.
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It’s crazy watching these guys lose 20 or more pounds in days.
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What stress! That’s some kind of devotion!
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I get it. I weigh myself after I pee in the morning and before I take a sip of any liquid. Whatever it takes to coax the scale where you want it!
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😂
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