TUNNEL VISION

Focus. Clear your mind. Think of nothing else but the next hundred metres.

Block everything out beyond the borders of your lane. Tunnel vision – the start line to the finish line and nothing else.

Remember your training: concentration; balance; commitment.

‘On your marks.’ You step forward, steady yourself, one last look into the crowd to see your father staring back at you. You can do this, his eyes encourage.

‘Set.’ Shut everything else out. Deep breath. Wait for the starter gun.

Go on the ‘B’ of the ‘Bang.’

Your off and running. Let if flow, don’t worry about what the others are doing. Run your own race.

Cheers and shouts from the sidelines, ignore them, don’t be distracted. Someone nearby pulls up. No one else is in sight, the finish line is approaching.

You run through the tape first, you have done it, the winner!

You throw your hands in the air, only then realising that your egg is no longer on your spoon.

Dad is there and puts a comforting arm around your shoulder.

‘Unlucky,’ he says. You see your egg lying forlornly on the ground fifty metres back down the track. ‘Maybe next year.’


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Copyright Susan Spaulding

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35 responses to “TUNNEL VISION”

  1. This is so sweet Iain! I didn’t expect the ending.

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    1. Thank you, glad you liked it πŸ™‚

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      1. I like your style Iain.

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  2. Awww…ell, I’m sure even Usain Bolt had a few mishaps like this one. Nice build in tension.

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    1. Everyone has to start somewhere! Thanks Vivian πŸ™‚

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  3. I guess we’ve all dropped our egg sometime, Iain

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  4. A well played ending, Iain.

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  5. Egg-cellent!
    (Sorry…no, not really) πŸ˜‰

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    1. I knew someone would have to… πŸ™‚

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      1. My work here is finished–glad to step up & get it over with! πŸ˜€

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  6. Cute story Ian. Egg races are impossible lol.

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    1. Thanks Mandi, I was never an expert at them πŸ™‚

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  7. Great ending! I had to read it twice, I enjoyed it so much.

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    1. Thanks Donna, that is pleasing to hear πŸ™‚

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  8. Antoinette Truglio Martin Avatar
    Antoinette Truglio Martin

    Wonderful piece in second person. I find it so hard to write second person.

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    1. Me too, I tend to only do it sparingly and in short pieces. Glad you noticed and appreciated it πŸ™‚

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  9. Nice funny ending! Well-written!

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    1. Thanks so much Larry πŸ™‚

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  10. Hopefully, the 3-legged race went better! Nice one Iain.

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    1. Best not to talk about that, or the sack race!

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  11. Such focus and dedication is what a runner needs. Pity about the egg though. There are always these little hurdles put in the way…

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    1. πŸ™‚ Thanks Sarah Ann

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  12. Oh, those egg races… Maybe next year.

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    1. I could never master ’em!

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  13. Intense kid; insensitive dad.

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    1. It’s a fine line between encouragement and pushing.

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  14. I felt like crying – poor kid – awwww!

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    1. Thanks Frances – he’ll bounce back πŸ™‚

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  15. At least he ran the race well! The second person narrative was unique and nicely done Iain

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    1. Thank you so much πŸ™‚

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  16. Wonderfully written with a great twist at the end. I literally felt the ‘gotcha’. Nicely done Iain.

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    1. Thanks Susan πŸ™‚

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