Not this time, thought Martin grimly, as he clenched his fists, tightening his grip on the wheel. For years Justin has been the best at everything, beating him at every game, sporting event and even at studies.
Now it was his turn. The cars were rounding the corner, his yellow one neck and neck with Justin’s, heart beating wildly, arms now stiff. Just when he got that usual sinking feeling, he shot through the finish line and heard the crowd roar.
Martin gave a big whoop and jumped on the sofa, as ‘Game Over’ flashed on the screen, a disgusted Justin flinging his Wii Wheel aside, going to his room and kicking the door shut.
He could still hear his younger brother cheering outside and his face broke into a soft smile.
It was Martin’s thirteenth birthday. Today he decided to keep his ego aside and let his baby brother win.
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction