I haven’t done this for a while. 101 words. Sometimes a beginning, sometimes an end. Or even a frustratingly pointless middle.
Breathing heavily, legs burning, Ben caught sight of himself reflected in the mirror.
“God I look good” he thought sweeping back his mop of thick black hair. His jaw clenched as he thrust harder, hypnotised by his own perfect image and his body glistening with sweat.
Without breaking rhythm he picked up his phone to take a picture. “Don’t mind do you Kate?” he asked smiling as he raised it high above his head for the perfect downward angle. He wanted to remember this.
“Smile” he said grabbing Kate’s hair and pulling back her head to reveal her glazed, lifeless eyes…