Prompt:
...I could see the finish line, then...
A Second Later
I consciously viewed the track. I had trained years to get there, my aspiration since I was 4. I represented New Zealand. A voice boomed, “All Men’s Road Race competitors to the starting line”. I advanced to the starting line.
I was third. I could see the finish line, then, a sharp stick punctured my tyre. I couldn’t finish. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Not from pain, just sheer terror. I let my country down. I limped to the finish line.
The kiwi fans were ecstatic. New Zealand’s other representative, had won! I started crying. This time, tears of happiness.
Kate what a great story about a gracious loser; a nice moral to your story. You've done a wonderful job writing about all the emotions felt by the main character, from sadness and disappointment to the joy of a teammate winning the race. Really nice work; I enjoyed your story very much.
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