round

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Brock. I thought you would be sick of losing by now?” came a laugh. Brock whirled around from securing his bike to a chain link fence. His  hazel eyes narrowed to glaring slits as he saw his taunter was none other than Andre. Andre and Brock had been doing marathons for years and the young men were bitter rivals. It frustrated Brock to no end that he hadn’t yet managed to defeat the dark haired French Andre that moved like a cheetah.

“Ok... could you please explain this to me again?”

Lindsay crossed her arms and sighed.  “Love, I’ve already explained it three times.”

Dave looked over at her in the passenger seat.  “It’s just that I have a hard time believing that YOU...”  He motioned his hands up and down at her, then held his arms open wide.  “...are capable of THAT.”