The Chosen One

It’s World Cup season! Bring it on!! Gary flinched as the paper bag hit him squarely on the back of his head, showering him with peanut shells. His hand instinctively flew up to rub the back of his head at the point of impact. From up in the stands behind him, the home supporters cheered. โ€œBullโ€™s eye!โ€ someone yelled. โ€œWanker!โ€ shouted another. The increased catcalls were very audible above the cacophony of 75,000 in attendance. He felt his ears burn and a flush creeping across his cheeks. But his eyes remained fixed on the soccer field and the game in … Continue reading The Chosen One