''Paddling''

“Paddling”

Bent at the waist.
Doubled over.
Glistening with sweat.
Water dripping all over my face.
The paddle swings again. The screams echo in my ears.
I don’t know how much longer I can take this.
I pray it’s over soon.
Yes... thank God... the finish line!
Canoeing is so stressful.

– The End –

– This story was entered into the 2004 Summer Short Story Contest in the “Mini-Saga” category –

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