After a visit to Carrot Ranch on November 11, 2015, Charli Mills (@Charli_Mills) prompted her visitors thus:
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a place of comfort that is a refuge.
Here is what I came up with:
Home Is Where the Cage Is
Odd as it may seem, my place of comfort stares through the fencing of an MMA cage-any shape, any size.
Everything outside of the steel walls drops to a hum at the sound of the bell, muffled by a collision course set by the world’s most extreme athletes.
Like Pavlov’s dog, I slobber at the sight of fancy footwork, crushing power, slick submissions, or valiant efforts.
Space and time dangle in five-minute segments. Each second of 300 is baited in the breath of unknown anticipation.
Will I exhale in sighs or disbelief? A solace washes over me either way.