Jimmy shook his head as he saw the kid walking up to the gym through the deep snow.
‘You didn’t have to come in today, kid. No one else did.’
‘Weather’s not gonna stop me.’ He walked off to get changed.
‘You know Rocky was made up, right?’ Jimmy called after him.
Jimmy had seen them all in his time, he had grown cynical. Boxing wasn’t a noble art anymore. Now it was entertainment. You didn’t earn your shot at glory, you bought it.
But this kid was special. He emerged and started on the speed ball.
Jimmy watched the hands dancing. His rheumy eyes shone.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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