Pressure mounted. Sweat beads lined across his forehead, inching downwards, succumbing to gravity. Deafening screams resounded—friends cheering, haters jeering. Breathless, he cracked the egg over the pan—bull’s eye!
This is my entry for day 14 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition.
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