Scottie was steadily approaching mile 25 of his inaugural marathon. Shocking? Perhaps a tad hyperbolic. Calling it a godsend better suited this former flabby altar boy. A side stitch had just subsided. Now he’d excitedly fill the cerebrum with heroic thoughts while coasting onward to the promised land. All his co-workers knew about Scottie’s odyssey. Likewise Mr. Rizzo, the martinet still teaching Phys Ed. at Saint Sebastian Academy. They’d soon see his name with attendant time in The Gazette. Bracing fuel, indeed. Scottie triumphantly crossed the finish line. Yeah! But wait. “Did the chip malfunction, my run unrecorded? Oh Christ…”
Jenny Logan
30/9/2022 01:48:22 pm
Oh, no, Robert. I feel your character's pain! All that for nowt.
Sue Clayton
2/10/2022 05:43:03 am
Perhaps Scottie had been an unholy mischievous altar boy and this was Christ's payback. Comments are closed.
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