Music cued, his nerves started as a single drop, growing to a trickle tickling the pit of his stomach like a butterfly flapping its wings.
Walking toward the cage at the pace of a steady stream, he played tennis with distraction and focus. Maybe it was good to be so cognizant? Maybe emotion had the upper hand?
He poured through the cage door with the power of a river; seeing his opponent, prepared to fight for his life, he entered a heightened state of consciousness.
When the bell sounded, he was comfortable swimming in an ocean with sharks.
Word Count: 99
Prompted from Six Sentence Story Word Prompt at: https://carrotranch.com/2021/01/28/special-collection-flash-fiction-challenge/.
Prompted from Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2021/01/24/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-144/.
know your comfort level…key to victory and success.
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Your fighter sounds oceanic himself. Really beautifully described!
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Thank you, Liz!
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“..he played tennis with distraction and focus.” Like that line.
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That was my stand out too! 😉
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😃
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That a brave man! Or reckless, rather?
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A healthy dose of both.
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I like that confident comfort amid those sharks.
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Excellent six!
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