Lift it higher!
Hold it longer!
Push, push, harder, harder!
Ken felt like his lungs would burst and his arms would fall out of their sockets at any moment. His brow dripped sweat in a stream that pooled at his feet. His gasps came faster and he glared at his dad.
“I need a break.”
Rob relaxed his tone, looked Ken in the eye and said, “You think this is hard, don’t you? But if you stand a chance in the championship, it’s because of this. It’s called tough love, son. You’ll thank me some day. Trust me. Now, lift!”
Welcome to The Moving Quill!
For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’ve taken up the theme of
An Oxymoron rendered in micro-fiction.
Each day’s title will have one half of the oxymoron while the second half will be revealed towards the end of the post.
Follow me as I unravel each tale in exactly 100 words.