It had been a dream of his for as long as he could remember. Since childhood, when his father took him to watch a marathon in the city. The sights, the sounds, the crowd, the labor of the runners, the exaltation of the winner.
Yes, he'd dreamed of this moment for so many years. Now, after months of training, he could feel it. Smell it. Taste it. He was leading the pack by hundreds of lengths, and he had so much more yet to give, and the finish line was just in front of him. Smiling, he looked back to check the distant runners, satisfied at how far behind him they were, and then turned back to his vic...
*WHAM!*
He never saw it coming, the low hanging branch that ended his dream. |
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