Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Passing the baton

Wiping sweat from her brow, the runner focused on the track ahead. She could see her partner waiting at the starting line. Although she had been running for a long time and had already covered quite a distance, the runner pushed herself to go just a little faster.
Once she reached her partner, she would be able to rest.
As the distance between them disappeared, a chanting filled the air.
 Five!
Four!
Three!
Two!
One!
 "Good luck." The runner gasped as she passed a baton to her partner, who began jogging backwards.
"See you next year!" He called to his exhausted partner. She waved to him, then sat down on a bench by the starting line. Watching as her partner turned around and increased his speed, the woman released a sigh.
"At least the leap year is over. I won't have to run for an extra day next time."

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