He/She ran in front of…
he ran in front of the pack; sprinting toward a goal that he had been dreaming of for what seemed like a lifetime. the endless days of training to become faster were finally about to pay off. his newly acquired speed made his feet feel like feathers hovering on a gentle wind just above the ground; the way it feels to rush down a steep hill as a child. he moved so fast that the air made his eyes water and the world around him blur. his heart and his arms pumped in unison. his chest burned. his throat went dry. he tried not to think about what tortures he could face if the wolves behind him caught up. they each wanted to reach his goal, his dream, before he did. the finish was already so close. he could hear their banter and knew they were clawing right at his heals. one of them got hold of his shirt in a last ditch effort to lead the way, but was denied by his unstoppable desire to win. the goal was within reach and his dreams were about to come true. he could see the shiny silver truck that contained his trophy and knew that if he won there would be music to accompany his victory. nearly in shock by his success he sprinted straight toward the truck, running his fingers down the blistering metal as he came to a stop by the it’s side. out of breath, he leaned against the truck briefly and listened to music that reminded him of a circus. he looked up toward the side of the truck in astonishment as the glass window slid open. a man dressed in all white with graying hair and soft hazel eyes looked out the window at him with a kind smile. “what’ll it be, son?” “chocolate fudge chuck,” he replied, pulling his 50cents from his pocket and setting it on the counter. the man filled a sugar cone full of the ice cream and handed it to him. his eyes lit up as he took the first lick. his chest cooled. his throat sighed in relief. the first one in line at the ice cream truck – not too bad for the last day of summer.
lovely.
ReplyDeletewalk good.