500 words Brownie

the phrase "hairs on the back of my legs" does make sense, its just people are used to saying neck instead of legs

I can’t believe I’m in this situation. Salty beads of sweat trickle down my face. Shivering with adrenaline, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest like it’s never felt before. My body trembles and I try to clear my throat.  Adrenaline races through my blood stream as I finally come face to face with my demons...

...The gun is still there. The tall, menacing man holding it looks both lazy and relaxed. He towers over me, glancing down at my worried expression. Facing ahead again, he ruffles his black, fitted jacket, adjusting it to keep warm. The mean look about him, from his squinting eyes to his pursed lips, worries me. Doesn`t he know that this next move could result in my future? I can hear some people to the right of me talk in hushed voices but I can’t make out what they are saying. The only words that make any sense to me are my own name being called.

The mood of the sky is frightened, too. The hidden clouds with the sun trying to peek through could result in only one thing – a downpour. The skies start leaking and rain comes down hard. The steady downpour sounds like a hail of bullets. I wish he would get on with it.

The hairs on the back of my legs stand up and my throat is parched but this is not a time to drink.  I need to concentrate and focus on the task ahead. I have had training for this situation. I think back to my preparation manuals and diaries and silently plan my next move.  I mustn’t give away my thoughts and feelings to those around me. Refocusing I become aware of the unnatural darkness of the afternoon and am reminded of the importance of this day.

Glancing across the field, I suddenly see someone running away. I recognise the familiar colours of our group and part of me wishes that I was him.  But I have a job to do. People are counting on me.  He disappears around the corner, vanishing, probably hiding from the rain. Or worse.

Suddenly, the man shouts an order. I crouch down, my heart beating even faster than before. My soaked, brown hair flops over my eyes. The gun explodes!

This is it... I drive forward, out of my blocks. The crowd to the right start chanting my name and I push on. My spikes grip the damp, rubber track as I sprint towards the finish line. All the hard work has paid off as I realise my opponents are far behind me.

I can see it. I am going to make it.

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