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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
On their flight to Oslo, Sonja rested against Niels’ shoulder. “My hero, my big brother taught me to fall. Leif said, ‘You fall the way a length of rope drops.’
“Good advice.” She giggled. “I fell on my bum in my first Olympic competition. Finished last. Only injured my pride.”
“I remember,” said Niels. “You were only eleven. Four years later you won your first Olympic gold medal.
“Figure eights.” She yawned. “Leaps and spins. The world was mine.”
“Still is, my love.”
“I’m so tired.”
Fifty-seven-year-old Sonja Henie closed her eyes and skated to her final arena.