It was amazing how far his mind could wander in the span of a minute. Round five, eight, twelve, and each chunk of unrest had sixty-seconds for some recovery.
As the day’s training neared its end, the gym’s air had grown thick and musky. Even in the haze, he flashed forward to the reservation he made for himself with a world title a decade ago, when he first met Coach, who gave him the sense that he could be molded into a champion.
The bell sounded. Coach barked. “Get up. There’s gold at the end of this gauntlet.”
Word Count: 99
Prompted from Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://carrotranch.com/2021/01/22/january-21-flash-fiction-challenge-2/.
Prompted from MMA Storytime’s Word of the Day at: https://mmastorytime.com/2021/01/26/mma-storytimes-word-of-the-day-reservation/.
Prompted from Ragtag Daily Word Prompt at: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/01/26/rdp-tuesday-forward/.
Prompted from Three Things Challenge at: https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2021/01/26/three-things-challenge-490/.