Isabelle T.

The Race

The stamping of hooves
The excitement undulating through the crowd
Silence.
Then
The gunshot goes off with a BANG!
The gates open
They rush out, struggling to be first
Running, stretching their muscled legs
They turn onto the homestretch, still fighting
The whole world seems to be in slow motion
Then
The wire breaks and it's over.
We won.




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