I wonder what it'd be like to be a racehorse?
Sweat lathers his neck as he races forward, heart pounding. He hears them hot on his heels, nostrils
flare as he sucks oxygen deep into his lungs.
His legs screaming as he careens around the corner. Tunnel vision only allows him to see the
finish line. Energy wanes and he
snorts, frustrated. Off to his right he
hears his competition, gaining. The end
is in sight. He stretches his neck, wins
by a nose…mere inches.
Great rising tension in this! The thrill of victory. :)
ReplyDeleteLove this one - I really felt like the thoroughbred!! :)
ReplyDeleteLove this!!!!
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