Ninety eight, ninety nine, hundred… “Phew!” Setting the dumbbells on the floor, he rested his hands on his hips seeing himself on the mirror. Unsatisfied, he shook his head and picked up the dumbbells again.
Sipping on his protein shake, his movements attuned to Akon’s latest single, he past an old woman carrying her monthly grocery. She struggled with the heavy packages, and he whistled past without a backward glance.
A little boy stopped on his way to school and offered to help the old woman. She beamed. “Thank you, young man!”
Another short story for my Flash Fiction collection. Also, National Blog Posting Month – #Day6