The sole of her sandal caught on the uneven gravel track and rolled under her foot.
I knew as soon as she looked down, she had made a mistake.
The flexible sole rebounded, propelling her body, already top-heavy due to that foolhardy downward glance, forward at speed.
I watched her futile efforts to catch her lower half up to the top before she fell.
After a hard landing, the gravel worked like rollers below her. A surprise luge run sans sledge.
At the finish, no medal; only bruises and bleeding.
But she checked her clothes for rips, not her wounds.
I knew as soon as she looked down, she had made a mistake.
The flexible sole rebounded, propelling her body, already top-heavy due to that foolhardy downward glance, forward at speed.
I watched her futile efforts to catch her lower half up to the top before she fell.
After a hard landing, the gravel worked like rollers below her. A surprise luge run sans sledge.
At the finish, no medal; only bruises and bleeding.
But she checked her clothes for rips, not her wounds.
