No W

Stepping up to the line I take a deep breath through my nose. My heart is beating hard beneath my shirt as the moisture on my skin starts to creep down my back. BANG. The gun fires, and before I can think my legs have taken off. Pumping my arms hard I frolick down the path like a gazelle running from a lion’s hungry belly.

No R

The ponies lined up side by side all set to compete. Puffing loudly and waiting on the signal the jockeys shuddered.

No E

CLAP. I start running into shrub and bush. My foot hits muddy ground and sinks almost fully. I look up. Lost. I can’t