By David Cook
I run as fast as I can. A little bit further, keep going… But Donnie Thomas has caught up. It’s just me and him now. Come on, come on… YES! I cross the finish line, arms wide. I did it! I won! The headmaster gives me a shiny medal. My first ever! Mum and Dad hug me and say how proud they are.
My daughter doesn’t, though. “Bloody hell, can everyone calm down?” she says. “It’s only the parents’ race. God, Dad, you’re so embarrassing.”
I feel a bit sad on the way home, but my hand never leaves my medal.
Haha, I enjoyed this!
Thank you, Liz!
Ah, yes–parents deserve to feel proud of their accomplishments, too! Liked it.
Thanks Bobby!
Loved the twist, great utilization of such a small word limit.
Thank you Tiffany!
Excellent story. Reminds me of my wife winning the mums race. See, I’m still proud.
You should be! Thanks Jim!