Echoes
Apr 9th, 2019 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The crowd echoes in the distance. My feet are in position, and my hands above my head. Mozart plays as I gracefully glide across the ice. The judges eyes weigh on me as I prepare for my triple axel.
I take a deep breath and jump mid-air, landing perfectly on my left foot. The crowd roars.
I did my best, but there’s still more skaters ahead.
I wave to the crowd and pick up the freshly bloomed roses. As I make my exit, my skate lace becomes loose, and I trip, hitting my head against the wall.
The roses fall.
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