Fingers
Plastic
Lights
Sound

The effort was minuscule
The sight and sound were cliche
The fall was thrilling

It was hard to believe that the face of defeat could appear so attractive.

He fell. He slid. He whooped. He hollered.

He reached bottom and a fresh-faced production assistant ushered him from the loser’s fall.

He could not deny the exhilaration that came with elimination.

He had lost and would not enjoy the spoils of victory.

Realization of this fact battled with the thrill he had just experienced.

Glittering gold of cash and prizes brought him to this place.
Thrills and chills were all he would take away.

He hadn’t signed up for this; his hopes were so much more. Yet, he could not deny the feelings that this experience had offered.

The highest highs
The lowest lows

Anxiety
Rapture

The envelope and gift bag sat loosely in his hands.
He would not leave empty-handed afterall.

Coupons, lotions, and iPods weighed down his hands.
The weight of living and knowing weighed heavier on his mind.