Fiction: Game On

[Key Word: CROWD]

He took in a deep breath and let it out.

Nervousness racked his entire body, and he forced himself to stop shaking. 

This was what counted. This was what it came down to.

The crowd fell silent.

He glanced up at the flag that was flapping wildly in the wind. Words from his best friend filled his mind as he slowly backed up to prepare.

“Don’t sweat it, man. It’s just a game.”

“It’s the biggest game of my life.”

“Well, life’s a game. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose.”

Biting his lip, he leaned forward, waiting for the ball.


The ball appeared in the hands of his teammate, and he ran for all his worth. Swinging his leg back, he kicked it sky high. . .

. . .and dead between the two yellow poles.

They’d won.

Unlike his best friend.

4 thoughts on “Fiction: Game On

  1. Aw, I love that, Ang! The flashback was perfect. In fact, I think this is my favorite of your short stories! ❤ Great job!


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