This is a snippet of the story that I am trying to write these days. Any suggestions/comments are welcome.
The dead weights stacked on top of each other moved with brisk pace as he pulled on the cable curling handle. Shifting his concentration from the uniform movement of the weights to the mirror put up in front of him, he saw his reflection give him a smug look. It was as though the reflection was secretly laughing at him for the state of his current affairs. He wasn’t the gym type. He knew it and it unsettled him. He let go the handle of his gym equipment and took respite near the water cooler.
His hands were shaking from the heavy gym sessions he had been indulging in, of late. The water moved as the glass quaked in his shaky hands. The pattern of the moving water mesmerized him as he was reminded of the ocean. The memory of the waves calmed him down as his hands stopped shaking. He dunked the water down and saw through the window in front of him which looked out onto the busy street. He hated traffic. Uniformity and predictability weren’t his style, but chaos on the streets wasn’t something he was a fan of either. He heard a faint noise in the background calling “xyz” out to him. Looking toward the source, he saw his gym instructor calling him back. Getting his attention back to the task on hand he went back inside the gym for completing his cable curling workout.
All credits to this go to Mandar for giving me the idea of using zero-distraction editors, which got me over my inertia of writing. jDarkRoom _/\_
PS: this is not based (loosely or otherwise) on me or anyone I know.
