The stadium was empty, save for the slow misty breeze around the descending star. He didn’t mind. It helped cool his spent muscles from the day’s battle with warriors spanning the world. Even if he wore the highest victory, that wasn’t what made him smile.
It was the cooing above his head, and the ever-shifting load upon his shoulders. While the little one now used gold medal as a chewing ring, there was no more precious reward under the heavens.
Suddenly, the tyke cooed in awe and pointed at the sunset.
“That’s right, little one. That is your medal. Your legacy.”
Entry #1 for this week’s 100-Word-Challenge from Julia’s Place. This week’s theme of ‘legacy’ needed to be big and long-standing. And what is bigger than parenthood?
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