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Gold

 

As I stand on this big step, I started to recollect how I had achieved this most memorable moment.

 

Only in my wildest dreams would I actually be able to take the gold medal in the 100 meters at the Rio Olympics.

 

I was a rank outsider and lucky to make the final, but after two false starts, the field went from eight to six runners.

 

Bang and the race starts and I get a flyer and dip first to take the spoils.

 

So here I stand with my national anthem sounding proud and my flag being hoisted high.

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"This was a 100-word short story for the Musical Drabble contest on Writing.Com, the music prompt was Spandau Ballet and Gold."

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I shall say 'zis only once

 

 

I was taking a camping holiday around the battle sites of the Second World War.

After a day crammed with sightseeing and too much walking.

Feeling parched I walked into the small town of Nouvion, eventually stumbling across a quaint little cafe called Café René.

This place was full of war nick knacks and pictures. 

It was whilst being served a refreshingly tasting cuppa by the even more exquisite waitress called 'Yvette' that I asked her about an old oil painting which was hanging on the wall?

"Oh, that's the Fallen Madonna with the Big Boobies!" she said.

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"A 100 word Story for the Music Drabble on Writing.Com; Madonna and Holiday being was the prompt used and gaining me a 3rd place in that month's contest."

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