In my life I have relied on my youth my strength and my talent. It was enough. I was winning. Whatever happened in the real world where things wasn’t measured by wins and losses I had this to return to. A world where only strength and talent mattered. A world I called my home; I used to be an athlete.1
Till one day when it was no more. 2
“This is what I do. This is what I can. This is what I am. It can’t be gone”3
To have youth still, and talent, but not strength is breaking my heart.4
A contest entry
- Drabbles by tallblondie.
500 points, ended August 23, 2008, 34 entries
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Comments
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Short and to the point. A thought, a feeling, expressed on paper can give relief - to some extent anyway! It's good. I thought the short, "clipped" sentences served the tone of the story well.
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very nice vinyette, very quick and dirty. Know what it is and I know how it ends.
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Good vignette of the aging process - that though a person grows older, inside they are the same 'youthful' person.
Thank you for your entry and good luck!
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