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It was the day of the annual Cross Country Race. Paul Derry, Powdery to his mates was more determined than ever to improve upon his previous year’s performances. He’d had enough of coming in last and winning the booby prize, this time he had his eye on the big one, a chocolate medal and a bottle of prosecco.
Twenty would-be be winners stood in a line. A celebrity that no one had heard of popped a balloon and off they dashed.
Ignoring every one else, he ran along the path, trudged up a slope, got soaked crossing a stream, tumbled into a hollow, picked him self up carried on. The track was wide then narrow, a twist then a turn. He remained focused as if in a trance-like state.
It was then he saw it. That must be the pub at the end of this years trail, the picture on the sign looked right.
Puffing and panting, he ventured inside the Ruddy Duck Inn. It was almost empty, not one of his competitors were there. He’d won, he told himself, he’d actually won! How rare was that?
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A couple of miles away the other nineteen runners were enjoying several well deserved drinks in The Dirty Drake.
“Where’s Powdery got to?” asked one.
”Looks like he’s coming last again!”, said another.
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This week’s words at The Sunday Whirl are – wide line self hollow rare track twist eye trance trudge powder empty – I admit to taking the liberty with one or two!
Thank you Brenda.
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Oh, at least he reached a pub. Winning comes in many ways. Keith, nicely done and great inclusion of all the words…”trance-like,” brilliant!
Thanks, Suzette, I almost left ‘trance’ out – pleased that hyphenated version worked!
Excellent! Well done, Keith.
😀 poor old Paul – I think he is destined never to win – but at least for a few minutes he thought he was a winner – great story Keith 🙌
He enjoyed the moment! Thanks, Ange.
Ah, can relate…………. had to meet some friends at The White Hart, not knowing there was another pub of the same name at the other end of the village!
Oh no, how funny! There are two Red Lions near me – I’ve always gone to right one…so far!
It was an interesting night!
Hahaha! Poor Powdery …. always a bridesmaid!
So true, Nancy!
Well, he ran a good race with himself!
He certainly won that one!
hilarious!
What dreadful luck!
Oh no. 😥
Well done, Keith! I love the way you read it.
I’m pleased! Thanks so much for dropping by.