Tarmac flew beneath Stephen’s feet, the last mile inching to a stuttering, shuffling end. He was in hell. The heat was scorching against his face and his fuzzy owl costume sloshed with sweat. A ball of pain welled and burned in his chest, his limbs leaden and gummed in treacly fatigue. But now the finish line was in sight, the roar from the crowd dull and distant in his ears. There she was: her watery gaze peeking over the top of her cannula, her banner waving over her wheelchair. Stephen the Owl: Marathon runner, couch potato. Hero.
(c) Tim Austin 2016
Today’s word, “Ache”, was suggested by the beautiful Lori Bannerman – Performance Poet, Storyteller and Liver of “The Dream”. You can find out more about her at http://bardicatheatre.com/
I’m always searching out new words to write about: if you have one, put it in the comments or tweet it using the hashtag #onewordonestory. See you tomorrow for “Orb“.