My pen has run dry recently but yesterday, over at Charli’s Ranch, the weekly challenge blew a spurt of ink into my nib and a little piece came to mind.
This was the prompt:
June 7, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about man glisten. It was a fun term coined by two men with glitter in their beards. What more could it embrace? Look to the unexpected and embrace a playful approach. Go where the prompt leads.
The prompt led me to Hubby who often glistens. Not with a glittery beard but with sweat. Hard-earned, stinking, glistening perspiration. For Hubby has undergone an amazing transformation from Couch Potato to Iron Man. It has taken him ten years of exhausting yet exhilarating training to become the accomplished triathlete he is today. In August I will accompany him to one of the hardest Iron Man courses in France. During at least eleven hours I will scream words of encouragement at him as he flashes by at the speed of light. At the end of the day my throat will undoubtedly hurt almost as much as his legs.
So this is for my Man:
The tiny drops of water clung to his broad shoulders like sequins, sparkling in the hot summer sun. Some fell to the ground, others were blown dry as he sprinted from the beach to the bike park.
His eyes scanned the dozens of lanes, searching for his space-age contraption, the one he would crouch over for the next five hours, pedalling for his life.
Then would come the marathon, where more pearls of sweat would bejewel his pounding body – this body he had transformed from a great white lump of lard to a lean, tanned, glistening piece of Iron.