Flash Fiction: Seeing the Future

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/.

Flash Fiction: Killer Cardio

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/.

Flash Fiction: Lose the Attitude

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/.