This story is a submission for Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers, https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/. It was prompted by the photograph below, provided by me. I’m late to the party this week, as I’ve been away and have abstained from all things Internet-related. I wasn’t going to write any Flash Fiction this week, but when I logged on and saw one of my photos at FFFAW, I thought it would be bad form not to post something. Thank you for using the picture!
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What Hurts The Most
Jim wondered why they were doing this walk again. He’d suggested somewhere flatter, but Dick had been touchy since his birthday. Jim had remarked that 70 was the new 60, but this hadn’t gone down well.
When they’d last climbed these steps, a breathless Dick had asked Jim if he’d been training. Jim knew Dick worked out. He almost lied to protect his older friend’s feelings, but answered truthfully, “No”.
This time Dick said, “Let’s see who can get up and down most times.”
“We’ve another six miles after this.”
“Scared you can’t keep up with an old man?”
Dick charged up the steps, turned, ran down again and stared at Jim.
Jim trotted up and down the steps.
They repeated the process until Dick stopped at the summit and bent over, gasping for breath.
Jim jogged up and turned to admire the view below, barely panting.
“It’s true, then,” Dick coughed, “Sex is the best exercise.”
“I came home early last week. I know what you do while I’m at the gym.”
Jim felt a hand on his back, followed quickly by the unforgiving edge of a stone step against his forehead.