The Race
She
sped around the corner, the crowd’s cheers ringing through the stadium. Fourth
place, third place second place! Her steed’s nose was inches behind the horse
in first. The lead jockey kicked out, attempting to unseat her, but she was too
fast for him. Like a bolt of lightning, her trusty mare galloped onward leaving
the competition far behind. She flicked hair out of her eyes and gritted her
teeth. The final turn, the finish line was in her sights. She could see herself
holding the trophy - it felt as though she had already won. One last hurdle
remained between her and victory. Easy. She dug in her heals and her steed
obediently galloped faster than any other. The crowds roared their approval,
jumping up and down in their seats. She leant forward in the saddle preparing
to leap over the final jump. Suddenly the ground was coming up to meet her…
CRASH! Back to reality. She was lying on the arena floor staring up at her
pony’s face, the ground free of stampeding horses or roaring crowds. She rolled
over and clambered to her feet, brushing sand from her jodhpurs. “Lily!?”
called Laura the riding instructor. “Are you hurt?” “No, I’m fine. Just
daydreaming again.” “Congratulations! That’s you a real horse rider now!” she
said, clapping Lily on the back. Lily grinned sheepishly and hauled herself
back into the saddle, ready to try again.
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