100 Word Challenge - Week 21

The silence was deafening. Stoughton and Morris were down to their last rocks in the final game of the world cup of curling. Morris, his face as red as a fire truck, had one chance to steal the game away from Stoughton.  The rock felt heavier than he remembered, his hands shaking. As the rock left his fingers he turned around and slowly looked back to see his rock in the 4 foot, an inch away from the button. It all came down to Stoughton. Cool as a cucumber, he cleaned the debris off his rock. He gently slid down the ice and released his hand.