The Champion: 100-Word Fiction

WLW Feature - Champion

 

Joss cradled the stiff-brimmed hat, embroidered with a gold and ruby stallion.

Champion.

The television girl’s brilliant green eyes bored into him. His 19-year-old knees, scarred and reset, quavered in her spotlight.

“Nice hat. Worth it?”

He clutched the brim: a drowning man grasping a rescue line.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Shame stole his words. No prize, no 8 seconds, would ever make her see what he was beneath the sweat and dust.

She finished. Took her crew and disappeared into the country-fried crowd.

Later, in midnight silence, Joss walked away. The hat remained unworn, waiting for one who could truly claim it.

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