#DailyPrompt: Finite Creatures…

To the end of the nightThe boy took the bandages off his fists: his knuckles were red and the skin split on both hands: with a timid smile, he told his sparring friend:

“Now is the time while we think ourselves unbreakable!”

His friend put a hand on the boy’s shoulder, and replied:

“But we know, we are mortal, and this ring is our path to the hill, where the cross stands…”

 

#FiveSentenceFiction: Words

『忍びの者』Raizo IchikawaShe knew the signs: his knuckles slowly getting whiter, his steps a little slower, his eyes narrowing to the pitiless concentration of the street fighter.

But he was so young, and yet always ready, his fists tight in his pockets: how could she not admire him, her virgin champion…

He, had only eyes for her, and otherwise his work, the training, his ambition for the ring, but this was a time when he would have to fight, for her.

Slowly he turned round and faced the man who had just insulted her: a massive guy probably used to have his way: now he was calm, fearless, weighing where the first blow would fall…

So she spoke the words, her voice smoothing the dense mist of his anger, she sensed him collect himself, and then hit, a single blow, on his lips the smile of the victorious samurai…