Shifting Sand by Maggie Doyle

Rubbing sand from her legs and hands, she stared in disbelief as she watched uniformed people milling about below like distracted ants all swarming in one direction.  She could see her shocked parents crying as they viewed the stretch of sand where everything had taken place. Had this really just happened? Did she realise how all their lives would now be changed, forever? Perhaps she hadn’t properly understood the consequences, she had been propelled by well-meaning strangers. Panic and elation overwhelmed her and, as the national anthem played and the Olympic gold medal was placed around her neck, she cried too.

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