A Broken Ring
The cracked brick walls soaked up the spattered blood long ago. The smell of old sweat and pain lent credibility to the trophies, tarnished and dusty. Broken fans clattered, trying to spin the day’s heat out into a new neighborhood, but only accomplished creating tiresome noise.
What was it about this place that was so hard to wave away? The old man wouldn’t budge. He couldn’t see. Wouldn’t see new opportunities and new revitalization. The sentimental, the echoes of forgotten dreams and failing memories. Newspaper clippings that were browning at the edges from the heat of the day.
He would not live to regret selling the place.
Wrap-up
This one was a little more abstract. I’m not sure it would qualify as a micro story, but it is what it is. So I won’t forget later, here were my notes from reading the prompt this morning:
thinking a boxing ring. A buyer wants to invest in an old training facility and turn it into a mainstream gym. But the owner is an old timer and can’t stand to see his old memories of past triumphs wiped out just to service the gentrified shitheads that have been moving into the neighborhood
Character Motivation Seed
from Story Engine
— Character —
A Collector
- Defeated
— Motivation —
Wants to hurt (or damage)
- Tender
— Object of desire —
A Cage
- Famous
— Obstacle —
But the must reconcile with an old enemy
— Location (or possession) —
A Coach
- Foul-Mouthed
