The transaction was a blur; the glass door with a rod iron skeleton slammed shut behind him. Jack noticed how much lighter his finger was after he was down the street a ways.
Talk about gambling on yourself: the several hundred dollars he received for his grandfather’s ring—the only material item he had from the man who raised him—would cover his gym fees for the month and the travel costs for him and his cornermen to his upcoming fight.
He was late to the gym, and Coach greeted his entrance with, “Hit the road, Jack; the rest of the team must already be a few miles into their run.”
Most motivation during a strenuous training camp comes from the anticipation of making the walk to the cage, performing to the best of your ability, and having your hand raised in victory. The final three weeks of this camp for Jack were fueled by another walk: the one back to the pawn shop with his winnings burning a hole in his pocket and hoisting his finger before his eyes.
Prompted from Six Sentence Story Word Prompt at: https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2021/04/25/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-157/.
Prompted from Fandango’s One Word Challenge at: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/05/05/fowc-with-fandango-blur/.