Gust of Win
A.J. Huffman
was the name of the smoke-furred greyhound that caught my eye.
His lean muscles and unruffled demeanor as he sauntered down the track
allowed me to place my bet with easy confidence. I entered the mutuels
line, he entered the gate, both focused on winning, both waiting
for that hare trigger followed by the sound of paws pounding dirt
track, the approaching line. A photo finish. I held my breath, watched
for official results while he confidently returned to kennel, feeling no need
to look back at the digital display, instinctively knowing what taking first feels like.
was the name of the smoke-furred greyhound that caught my eye.
His lean muscles and unruffled demeanor as he sauntered down the track
allowed me to place my bet with easy confidence. I entered the mutuels
line, he entered the gate, both focused on winning, both waiting
for that hare trigger followed by the sound of paws pounding dirt
track, the approaching line. A photo finish. I held my breath, watched
for official results while he confidently returned to kennel, feeling no need
to look back at the digital display, instinctively knowing what taking first feels like.
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About the author
A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida. She has previously published six collections of poetry. She has also published her work in numerous national and international literary journals, and she is the editor of six online poetry journals for Kind of a Hurricane Press. Learn more about A.J. Huffman, including additional information and links to her work, on Facebook. You can also follow her on Twitter @poetess222.