Race for the Gold. Dana Mentink

went hard for several meters, then drifted into a glide. She could see what others wouldn’t, the tightness in his left leg that prevented him from cornering properly, his crouch not quite low enough, not quite there.

      His head dropped along with her heart, and she knew he came here when no one else was around so they wouldn’t see Blaze, former world-class competitor, struggling to complete a turn properly. She drew back into the shadow of the bleachers to allow him his dignity.

      Lord, let him see he’s meant to be more.