If eyes are windows to the soul, Gabriel’s glazed, distant stare, as he regained his consciousness, were a looking-glass into his future.
Win, lose, or draw, fighters dispose of something, some part of the self that never returns.
There, as Gabriel awakened, only time would shed light on his journey along the sport’s unforgiving path, but, for now, he required serious medical attention.
Prompted from the Weekend Writing Prompt #142 at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/02/01/weekend-writing-prompt-142-looking-glass/.
Undefeated and, seemingly, untouchable; nobody had his number.
His ego ballooned along with his flawless record until…
An unlikely foe cracked the secret code.
He returned to the gym, beginning anew.
Word Count: 31
Prompted from the Weekend Writing Prompt #140 at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/01/18/weekend-writing-prompt-140-anew/.
It was Friday, which meant: cardio day; Evan’s least favorite day of the week.
Pummel him with punches, tenderize his legs with kicks; slam him, choke him, bloody his face: all were better than burning lungs.
Dragging well behind all of the other team’s members, Coach tried lighting a fire under Evan’s ass:
“Lollygag and find yourself in a bodybag.”
Word count: 60
Prompted from the Weekend Writing Prompt #138 at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/01/04/weekend-writing-prompt-138-lollygag/.
Coach was out of patience.
“Look, you’re getting a complex, and that ego won’t fit in my gym.”
The photos adhered to Coach’s walls—all former Champions—cleared a path, though the wrong one, for Devin as he left the office.
Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2019/12/28/weekend-writing-prompt-137-complex/.