245 The Closure

Adrenaline pulsed through Steve's veins making his body burn with the desire for action. It also burned with something more when he looked at the scoreboard. His boy, his Martin had done really well. Steve imagined them riding on the track together, during a real race, and felt a delightful thrill. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He should remember that he is among people, not in his dream zone.

"Congratulations, great result." Fiorelli, vice champion of this and the previous season patted him on the shoulder. "How do you feel back on the track?"

"Like I can finally breathe," he answered truthfully.

"So I can assume that the rumors about your premature retirement are just rumors?"

Steve twisted his lips in a contemptuous smile.

"Me and retirement?" he replied with a shade of bravado. Then he sighed. "I admit, I had some health problems and there was a risk that I wouldn't return to the track, but that's behind me now," he said.