Lost

Final race of the season. Nearly a lap ahead of the field - race and championship in the bag. Safe to take a brief pit-stop. Once stopped the car gorped fluid all over pit road. As the shutter snapped the rival took the checkered flag and the chanpionship. His lady wants to console, but is afraid a touch will shatter him. The bobby pin on her fingers would hold her hair in the Winners Circle, but not today.

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