Photoprompt – copyright J Hardy Carrol
The Noble Art (100 words)
Mickey ‘the Bull’ watched his protégé spar. Thirty years in the game and he’d never had a prospect like Byron Thomas– the kid was a freak of nature.
Now, with the challenger out, Mickey had got the call and Byron was on the brink of the big time – and with him, Mickey the Bull.
Two men in expensive suits swaggered into the gym, nodding to Mickey. “The kid’s good, Bull, but tomorrow’s not his night. He goes down in the fifth, Bull, remember, or we’ll be seeing you.”
Mickey sighed; he’d waited thirty years, he could wait a little longer.