Sunday has various challenges for me.
This is one of them
This year he was going to win, Will just knew it, and the coveted trophy would finally have his name on it.
‘It all depends on the weather,’ the organisers had said, but sunshine had been forecast and it was going to be a perfect day.
En route, the skies had opened, he lost control and ended up sprawled in the gutter.
He felt something inside him snap. His eyes glazed over and his face turned white with fury as he kicked his bicycle.
The frame had buckled, and the wheel spun uselessly in the rain.
He let out a wail of frustration, the box of fishing bait open and empty lying in the mud.