100WC – Week #39 – Ezra

I gazed at the prize, staring it to death. I just had to see what was inside.

“On your marks..” I turn around and look at the direction of the race. “Get set, go!”

I ran forward, heart pounding in my chest. The sun rays, running beside me. I see the Italian pizza shop and start thinking about pizza. Oh it would be lovely to have pizza this afternoon. I switch my mind over to racing. 

I look behind me, no one there. Have I been racing on my own? The speakers boom above me “Kelly – you have now lost.”

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