The surrounding sounds and activity were blocked from Carl’s mind as he stood alone, his breathing deep but controlled; the challenge ahead looking like an impossible stunt as he gauged the steepness. He flexed his fingers, the only movement betraying he wasn’t an urban statue.
It was his moment, he tipped his foot.
He sped down the half pipe, gathering speed at each turn until he knew it was now time; never about giving up, never about failing.
Gracefully flying through the air, Carl became one with his skateboard as he completed a full 360 before landing beautifully, and it was then the cheering of the crowd met his ears; he had succeeded and his broad grin was the measure of his triumph.
For more 5 sentence fiction, please visit http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-angles/ and read all the fab stories and see their takes on the prompt. x