How the Cookie Crumbles

An irreverant view of life after SIXTY-FIVE

Flash in the Pan – Football

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Brutus shuffled, his knees stiff as crowbars and feet far apart. Harris poked him in the ribs, his eyes blazed and cheeks flushed. “Hey, hey, hey. Lookit. The lineup’s down the sidewalk. Good thing we arrived early.”

“Poor chumps in the rain.” Brutus stifled a low groan. “This standing is killing me.”

“Why’d you come if your knees are acting up?””

“Took Tylenol 3s but they haven’t kicked in. Damn wet weather.”

“You should drop maybe fifty or eighty pounds. Your doc never tell ya?”

An eye drooped, Brutus exhaled a gust of coffee breath. “You never played football, you don’t know. Once you’re crippled and can’t move, you end up like this.”

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“Yeah. Got an idea. It’s the playoffs, right? Say we buy at least six extra tickets.”

“To scalp?”

“Easy money, man. Provide and collect.”

“Could backfire…”

“One day tickets will be sold online.”

“Don’t do it, Harris.”

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The Winter Quarter of Flash in the Pan is here. The theme: Boys and Their Toys. For the rules and how to join, click: http://mommasmoneymatters.com/flash-fiction/

The word limit for Football is 150 words. I used every last one.

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Author: Let's CUT the Crap!

I'm getting a little LONG in the tooth and have things to say about---ouch---AGEing. I believe it's certainly a state of mind but sometimes it's nice to hear that you're NORMAL. I enjoy reading by the truckload. I'm a grandma but I don't feel OLD although I'm not so young anymore. My plan is to stick it out as long as I can on this lovely planet and only will leave it kicking and screaming!

50 thoughts on “Flash in the Pan – Football

  1. Tess….how’s come you know so much about boys and their toys???? 😀

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  2. Only one more year of my son playing high school football. Keeping my fingers crossed he continues his mostly injury-free streak. I never wanted him to play, but I lost that battle with him and my husband. Argghh.

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  3. Like “stiff as crowbars,” and “Don’t do it,” sounds ominous.

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  4. Uh oh, what will happen? We never get to find out from the flash. I hope one day you will consider expanding some of your flash stories into full novellas. And good on you to know something about football 🙂 I am an NFL girl.

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  5. You got me with the ‘never played football’. The human body only takes so much abuse and then it fights back.

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  6. “A gust o coffee breath’. Tess your writing makes stories come alive. Well done!

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  7. Came to visit because I could relate to the name. It took me a few to figure out what was going on here – but I’m with you now! By the way, I can also relate to that anomaly that shows up in my mirror on occasion!

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  8. naughty boys – scalping is bad tsk tsk lol 🙂 Well thought hun. x

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  9. The ongoing belief that there’s an excuse for not trying to better oneself. My excuses can get just as ridiculous.

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  10. Can’t imagine how his knees feel. I played soccer and mine hurt just from that. Never had to deal with tackles like NFL players

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  11. Did you know my ex-husband Tess because Brutus could be him, played football and everything, lol 😉

    As for Harris, well, what more can be said about Harris?

    Fab story as ever, love, love love it… 🙂

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  12. I like teh coffee breathe too Tess, it’s all in the detail!

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  13. That scalping thing, yeah those boys are bad.

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  14. You used those words well Tess. Boys, will definitely be boys, whatever age they may be. 😉

    Have a super-duper weekend.

    If you get a chance, stop by over at: My Poetic Path, for a fun reblog, I just posted. For some reason, Mr. Cheddar was not amused!!!! 😉

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  15. I’m with you on what I don’t know about football. We don’t watch sports on TV. Another great story you’ve come up worth.

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  16. One day tickets will be sold online 🙂
    I like how you’ve captured the dreariness of the situation.

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