Drabble: A Seed
My response to the July prompt ‘competition’.
The competition was rigged. Had been for years. Everyone knew it. And yet, this year, it was a visiting foreigner who took first place.
The buzz that unexpected win generated rippled through the local community. As it travelled, it planted seeds into the heart of some.
If that skinny beansprout of a guy can do it, so can I.
A year later, the foreigner wasn’t around to participate, but a fresh face still made it to third place. Another ripple spread through the community. More seeds dropped, some sprouted.
I can do it.
No one who didn’t receive help from the organisers made it into top three the next year, but the organisers had intervened so much that even other cities caught on. No one took the win seriously, even the winners themselves. At the same time, more seeds sprouted and grew.
I will win.
Learning from the previous year’s disaster, the organisers toned down the support they offered to their favourites. The other competitors didn’t care. They only had eyes for the coveted first place, and their fervour bowled over anyone else with less determination.
That year, the winners were truly winners.