Saturday, February 18, 2012

Track (Flash Fiction)

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“Stand back, I can’t see.”



“Watch where you’re putting your elbow, you big oaf!”

“Stop calling me-!”

“Boys!” The stern teacher’s voice brought the appropriate silence to the rowdy group of young athletes. “Must I remind you that this is an incredible honor and treating it as anything less than the privilege it is will result in a one-way trip home?”

There were no immediate answers, but the few nervous shuffles said enough.

The man sighed. “So good of you all to listen.” He snapped. “Now then, this track is a one-of-a-kind and you will be having your shoes checked before you even think of stepping onto it. I expect to see your warm-ups and cool-downs without having to breathe down your necks and I expect you to make use to the facilities and the assistance offered. It would be a shame to let it go to waste and I do expect to see results in the upcoming tournament." He paused, checking the reactions and nodding. "Now then, shall we?"

A resounding cheer meet his ears.

He almost smiled.

(c) Sara Harricharan