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/.