Race

Prompt: Write a short story that includes the line ‘I felt like dying’. 

I heard them catching up to me: their footsteps that thumped like elephants; their ragged breathing in my ears; and their slender fingers creeping into my sight. I had to keep going, I mustn’t give up or else all of this would have been for nothing: I had planned and planned for months to finally be here; to get out of that old, deteriorating house and finally get a better one.

I saw it: I was halfway there. Halfway to freedom. My feet pounded on the rough ground, mud splashing onto my legs. I ran even faster, away from everyone, away from my enemies. I was as fast as a hare now and the trees whizzed past me as if I was in a car. I felt like dying: thorns dug into my skin and spiky leaves slapped my face. Even nature was against me. 

The end was near. Finally, I could prove everyone wrong: that even small people like me could win races, that anything was possible with determination. I felt satisfaction passing the sign in front of me that read ‘Finish’ like a child would feel when their mother praised them. I could feel tsunamis of streams run down my face as I held up my trophy: I had done it, I had won the race. 

28 May 2022

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