The Race

It's Day 18 of  the Blogging from A to Z  April 2015 Challenge 

Twenty runners in a line. Ready... steady.... go!

Hurtle down a lane, splash through a ford, leap a fence, bolt across a field, zig-zag through a copse, down a grassy bank, waste-deep across a stream, climb up a rock, slide down a rock, and.......stop. 

Bend over, catch breath. Look behind, no one in sight. Great!

Go go go........!

Up the footpath...err no, down the footpath and over a fence...where is the fence? Turn around, there’s a fence. Cross a bridge.  Trip, fall, get up, run.

Go round a lake...where’s the lake? About turn, there's a pond, that must be it. Run run run some more..... stop.

Look to the left, look to the right. Up, down, all around.

There’s a pub. We are ending the race at a pub, That  must be it. One final dash.....

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In a village pub, nineteen exhausted runners are relaxing with a well deserved beer or two. 

Meanwhile in another pub several miles away a smug runner is supping a celebratory pint. 'The others must still be running' he thinks, 'I've won'

But no. 'Lost' sums up his situation in more senses than one!



For tomorrow I have written a little bit of nonsense called I'm a soothsayer!