Nothing personal

He smiled as his opponent walked off, dejected. This was a competition and he’d do anything to win, even sway the audience. Losers—they always fall for a child’s tears.

This is my entry for the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: sway.

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