Boxing Club – Friday Fictioneers.

The club was her second home. It had made her leaner, fitter. She’d watched the muscles grow in definition on her arms and abdomen. She felt stronger.

She trudged there through rain, sweated there on sultry summer evenings, slipped on snowy pavements to get her fix.

She was one of three women there. The other two met up for coffee sometimes, she knew that – probably talked about her, the tattoo on her shoulder, the scars on her arms. She didn’t care. She just wanted to hit out.

There was only ever one face on the punch bag. Her father’s.

 

For the Friday Fictioneers. 99 words this time! Photo by J Hardy Carroll. Prompts organised by the inimitable Rochelle. 

40 thoughts on “Boxing Club – Friday Fictioneers.

  1. Lovely bulid up there – could feel her need and an anger coming through the screen, especially when you say the other women met for coffee without her – ouch! Very strong writing Sarah

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  2. Your story is beautifully constructed, drawing us in closer and closer. The writing is very economical; there’s good description, but it all serves to show character and drive the plot. I love the way you slip in ‘the scars on her arms’, telling us of self-harm or even suicide attempts. By the time you tell us it’s her father’s face on the bag, we’re almost willing to lynch him.
    Great story-telling, Sarah!

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  3. Sarah, I feel like the other commentators have said it all, but very well done and I felt like punching those other women. I get sick of women in particular pairing up and passing judgement. You never know what someone has been through and whether they have actually moved from victim to victor and are an inspiration, rather than a bad person.
    At the same time, we do need to be discerning and choose our friends wisely and these superficial indications and first impressions are often used to filter in or out. My daughter has just started high school and she’s making new friends who don’t know us, even though we are fairly involved in our community. She opted for a slumber party where we set up a tent in our backyard and I can understand parents’ concern and I would’ve been iffy with her staying over at a stranger’s house. So, I found myself trying to think of what to tell these parents to show we’re okay. I resorted to mentioning my long-standing involvement with the school parents & citizens group.
    Best wishes,
    Rowena

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