Standing at the top of the ramp he could feel the nervous sweat puddling under his armpits. The breeze caught his forehead and ruffled his t-shirt, sending a chill that in no way served to cool his flushing nerves. He'd been on halfpipes this size before, but this was different. Surveying the crowd, it was clear there was much activity. People talking, laughing buying snacks, eating, drinking beer...he only heard a deafening silence. The commentators voice broke through, hundreds of faces turned their attention on him now with anticipation... Then the buzzer sounded. In a moment the past and the future disappeared, he sucked in a breathe and dropped over the lip, suddenly loosing all awareness of breath body, location.. and even the crowd.
5-min freewrite inspired by C/Freewriters daily writing challenge prompt: Lip
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