The kid’s team won; the crowd cheered. One of the officials walked by smiling, his hand raised in victory. He’d played a fair game. Flynn was moved and made a decision.
He pushed himself off the wall and walked away. The kid could have his victory.
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Leaning against the wall Flynn made eye contact with the quarterback. Flynn could see that winning the game meant more to the kid than the cash in his locker. Flynn’s job was to kill him if the team won. He felt the switchblade in his pocket and sighed. He’d had enough of this work.
The kid’s team won; the crowd cheered. One of the officials walked by smiling, his hand raised in victory. He’d played a fair game. Flynn was moved and made a decision. He pushed himself off the wall and walked away. The kid could have his victory.
Pamela Kennedy
26/3/2022 11:50:41 am
Flynn made the right call...
Sue Clayton
27/3/2022 06:19:52 am
A victory for Flynn too.
Dee Lorraine
28/3/2022 04:52:26 pm
Flynn is a winner in my book. Thanks, Bex. Comments are closed.
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