A dream come true
Two tickets were thrusted in front of my face. Olympics...2016...Rio.
That week I was perched on a seat that smelt of sweat. A suspicious figure pulled a black hood down and hid his dreadlocks. I thought he pinched a coke, but I wasn’t one hundred percent sure. White lines illuminated the passage, giving me floaties. Sprinters pursued around the trail. I could see the finish line, then a hefty policeman whisked me away. What were they ranting on about? I didn’t steal from the coca cola machine. But someone else did. This time, it was him for sure.
Prompt: …I could see the finish line, then…
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