Sunday 16 September 2018

The Race

“You will take part in the race?” they asked looking concerned.

“Of course, I will!” I answered cheerfully.

They burst out laughing uncontrollably.

I could not understand what the joke was.

While I was busy training for the race, they were busy laughing.

My friend Rosy had full faith in me.

“I love your passion, dedication and confidence, Ashok”, Rosy said as she gently stroked me.

Did she guess how much I loved her?

Rosy was the reason why I looked forward to races.

On the day of the race, she was dressed in a pretty pink gown.

Standing near the finish-line, she signaled the thumbs-up and victory sign to me.

I pledged to run my best race.

They were looking, but I didn’t care. I ran to her anyway.
WOW: I Ran To Him/Her Anyway
I simply focused on her and on the finish-line.

Who said an old, dark and ugly horse can never win?

I was the winning horse in that sensational race that day! 🐎 🐴

They went crazy!

I, the dark horse, had the last laugh.

Rosy had heavily bet on me i.e. on Ashok, the old and dark race-horse.

Rosy laughed all the way to the bank.

Have you seen a dark horse win? Why do people laugh at others? Do share in the comments below.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
Chosen as a WOW post here

1 comment:

  1. Nice take on the prompt. She is the inspiration and motivation! Good one.


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