8thdayfiction

…and on the 8th day, micro fiction was published on some dude's blog.

Half-Way

Gavin raced across the finish line, arms raised. He had come in first place, just as he had planned throughout his months of training.

And then he kept going–sprinting, as if he were nowhere near the finish.

His friends and family tried to flag him down. His assistant Valerie called after him.

“Mr. Robbins, stop! The race is over–you won! Stop!”

“It’s not even CLOSE to being over! Gavin Robbins doesn’t do ANYTHING half-way!” he said, not looking back.

And a few hours later, he approached the finish line for the second time. Only Valerie and a handful of others were still there as Gavin crossed the line again, raised his arms in triumph again…and promptly fell flat on his face. His heart had exploded, killing him instantly.

THE MORAL OF THE STORY: It’s OK to “do things half-way” when the thing you’re doing is a half marathon. Also, don’t refer to yourself in the third person. It’s weird and obnoxious.

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