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/.