Each week at carrotranch.com, writers are prompted to explore the limitless possibility of their imagination within a boundary of ninety-nine words.
This week’s prompt:
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that uses scraps. It can be scraps of dried flowers, paper, metal, fabric, food—any kind of scraps you could think of. Then write a story about those scraps and why they matter or what they make. Go where the prompt leads you.
Here is my entry:
From the moment baby Drew could swing his tiny arms and legs of his own volition, he’d connect hands or feet to anything moving with an uncanny level of precision.
Everyone would coo in unison, “How cute!”
As Drew aged, his aggression intensified and its adorable nature quickly vanished.
Before shipping Drew off to military school, his parents tried enrolling him in martial arts. One martial art snowballed into others, which caged his rage and directed him on a path toward MMA.
Undefeated and well on track to becoming a champion prizefighter, his career was pieced together from scraps.