Five Sentence Fiction – Time

Thanks as always to Lillie for running the wonderful 5SF, and for this week’s prompt. Here is my offering, you will notice that I took the word rather than the picture! All comments and criticisms welcome.

 

Twenty metres gone, she reached her full stride pattern and knew she had started perfectly.

Forty metres gone, she allowed herself a glimpse to either side, saw that she was in second, and pushed for a higher physical gear, strived for greater mental strength.

Sixty metres gone, she heard the shouts of the home crowd growing louder as she passed the champion, knew that the gold medal was hers.

Eighty metres gone, she had reached a easy, casual perfection that only occurs when timing, technique, focus are all perfect

One hundred metres finished, she held her arms aloft, and a look at the clock told her she had broken the record, this was her time.