Six sentence sunday!

[elingregory]

Here's my first attempt at it:

6 sentences from WIP, A Fierce Reaping, set in Scotland and Northumbria in the late 7th century AD. Cynfal wishes to join a war band but has been challenged to wrestle a champion for his place.



Cynfal met his eyes and they held each others gaze for a long minute before both leaped to grab and hold. Chest to chest they heaved and twisted, feet scrabbled in the rushes, hands slid across skin just beginning to sheen with sweat. Around them the men of the hall howled. Cynfal rammed a shoulder into Aeddan’s armpit and grabbed a handful of his breeks to lift. The fabric tore. There was a shriek of laughter.

[The photo is nothing to do with Scotland or Northumbria but a very lovely image of a terrific sport - Oil wrestling where combatants wear leather capris and douse themselves in extra virgin before they start. An ancient sport with time-honoured traditions. Yes, guy on top has his hand down the other guys pants - a completely legitimate move. Doesn't guy on bottom look thoughtful about it.]

Comments

[beckyblack]

Gotta make you wonder about its origins. Did a chap once have to fend off a big oily man trying to get into his pants and thought "Hey, this would make a good sport! The guys would love it!"

[elin-gregory.livejournal.com]

I don't suppose we'll ever know. It's probably a derivative of the pankration which was a Greek sport, but the championship has been held annually without a break since 14th century. Maybe there's some kind of machismo in being able to think straight while someone has a stranglehold on ones tackle?