Half Race

The half race was run on a Saturday. Or, at least, was meant to be. The runners had gathered from all over the land. They were to run only half the race. The instructions were very specific.

Half the runners dropped out as they were not too sure what a half race was. The other half stayed on as they didn’t know what a race was anyway, so it didn’t really matter to them whether it was a half race or a full one.

The moon was full by the time they finally got down to their starting blocks. By then there were only two runners left.

One was blind, the other was deaf.

They are still standing there today. The deaf one never heard the starter’s gun. The blind one did, but wouldn’t have seen the half way finish if he had run.