Six Sentence Stories #37

I waited silently from the crowd, waiting to be called up to take the cape. It was always the dream of mine, to be a hero. I saw this as a chance to become that. A way to help the world as a symbol of hope. Part of me was filled with an anxiety, that never seemed to fade. The other part of me was filled with fear, was I truly ready to take such a responsibility?

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