Thursday, October 17, 2013

The Hometown Hero

At the corner of the bar he sits, head down, nursing his beer.

The scholarship had come, but while he’d been on the starting lineup that first year the scouts had paid him no mind.

In hindsight, he should’ve paid more attention during the actual classes.

Still, the mill wasn’t bad. His old man had worked there 40 years and seemed happy enough.

He finishes his drink, waves for another and, when the bartender arrives, clears his throat.

“Did I ever tell you about the time…”

“Yeah, I remember.”


He swallows, beer and sadness, and returns to his thoughts.


  1. Very effective in such a short space. We see all avenues closing down for this guy. The brevity makes it even more affecting.

  2. love this! You managed to get me interested into this character within such a small story, well done! Those are the little Friday Flash gems I like.