Gloves

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A boxer being laced up into his gloves, lost in his thoughts as he awaits to get back in the ring

Submitted: August 09, 2014

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With each pass of the lace, they grew tighter.

 

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Binding; fusing us together. Becoming one with my body.

 

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Like steel cables constricting them to me.

 

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With each pass of the lace I felt the fear replaced with hardening resolve. Resolute in knowing what I had to do. What I must do in order to survive to the next encounter. Mentally preparing for what was expected. Of what I had to do. There were no second chances anymore for me. It was all here and now. Ready for the taking.

 

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The room smelled of old sweat and urine, of blood. But I hardly noticed anymore with each pass of the lace. There would be no forgiveness tonight. From neither one of us. But that was how it was suppose to be.

 

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The old codger looked up at me. Into my eyes when he was done. The gloves felt slightly heavier than my hands, bulbus. They made a BUPTFFF BUPTFFF that echoed in the room when I brought them together hard. Making sure the bindings were sturdy.

 

Now for the first time I could hear the crowd that sat on the other side of the double doors that lead to the walkway towards the ring. Their ravenous cheers and outbursts adamantine for every blow from the Gladiators that stood toe-to-toe in the ring now. Dealing out their own brand of carnage. A place that I would find myself soon enough.

 

The codger helped me up from the table where I sat. Moved away once my feet were planted on the floor, allowing me room to test the weight of the gloves that now replace my hands; that were now part of me. Infused to my wrists by the tight laces. They felt good as I tested them. Throwing mock punches into an invisible opponent.

 

The punches came faster as I began to warm up. Find a rhythm for their weight. The world thinks that they could just put on a pair of gloves and fight. Like somehow that was the easy part. When in truth they weren’t your hands anymore, the ones you were born with. The ones your arms were use too. The gloves enveloped them, digested them; became them. And so they were different. They had a different weight, feel. All had to be accounted for.

 

The cheers from the other side of the door crescendoed. Which could only mean one thing. A thing that was confirmed by the ringing of the bell. The announcer's voice muffled but yet, somehow, clearly echoing around the arena. Stating the facts that the fight was over. There was a knock out in the sixth round.

 

A couple of other guys appeared next to me as I moved towards the double doors. Each one looking as old --if not older-- than the codger who was lacing up my gloves. Nothing but the best for me, I thought with a laugh. But then again I was the challenger. The unknown one that was about to be thrust up against the champ. A warm up bout for his upcoming prize fight. Again I laughed to myself. We’ll see just how easy they think that this fight will be. Because in my mind it’s all or nothing.

 

The codger looked at me, winked and I thought I saw something that could've been a smile creep across the line in his face he called a mouth. He turned away just as the doors swung open. Revealing the magnitude of what lay beyond, the voracious crowd cheering. Wishing for more blood.

 

I took a deep breath.

 

If that was what they wanted. Then they wouldn't be disappointed.

 

I moved  through the doors...

 


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