Unexpected traffic and a stalled-out taxi? Too many unlucky things happening for it to be a coincidence.
He jumped from the back seat and sprinted down the dirt path, his hot saw strapped tightly to his back. Festivalgoers gawked, but he didn’t care. His daughter’s life hung in the balance.
The other competitors were already in position when he found his spot. He ripped off the cover, placed the teeth against the anchored block of wood.
Three flawless discs in under five seconds and the ten grand was his. Medical bills be damned.
He could do it.
Just be perfect.
The Weekday One Hundred 