The Race: Science Fiction

The twist came when she thought she was about ready o give up. The sweet at the end of the race (or the threat, depending on if you were a news camera or someone running the damned race--and she meant damned in the most literal sense). Her little daughter, waving proudly to Mommy from the finish line. And god! but she hated them for taking her out, where she would see what happened when Mommy didn't win. There were a row of children at the finish line. She heard the woman behind her give a grunt of pain at the sight. And what would those children grow up with, seeing their mothers die in front of them? She knew they wouldn't shield the children's eyes: tears made such good television.

Inspiration: Um...a Halloween background and a running shoe ad.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: Eh. Nothing new here.