The
finals would be under way by now. The men would be 'in the zone' as
she'd heard them say so many times. Marty never managed to get in
the zone let alone stay there.
She
fingered the gold, running her thumb over the engraved rings and
raised cycle wheels. Three of them lay on a velvet cloth, nap all
laying in the same direction.
Marty
paused, then grabbed the three purple cords, holding tight. She
lifted them one by one over her head, their metal chiming as they
bounced against her chest. She arranged them symmetrically, so it
appeared as if two of the rings from the emblem on the flags were
missing.
It
didn't remind Marty so much of her own failed bid for inclusion in
the British team, as that she had never had a letter answered on
Jim'll Fix It and never had Jim hang his badge around her neck.
But
she would have asked him to fix it for her to cycle for Great Britain
in an Olympics anyway, so was it really that different?
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