100 Words – Trophy

The huge trophy appeared to be of polished silver, when viewed from 30 feet. The closer you got, the more plastic it became. With every step the glean turned green. The name carved into the base became shaky and amateurish.

But it was my trophy. I earned it. A season of hard work. I took the third step on the podium full of pride and the cute clerk from the front desk handed it to me.

I put it with pride in my living room on a pile of books, which was the closest thing I had to a mantle.

Author: Tom
Writer, cyclist, RVer, etc.