Flash fiction: 100 words
This story was inspired by a brief conversation I overhead in the grocery store today. The Dad was so proud. “Triumph” was actually the word he used. It made me smile.
“What’s the matter, son?”
“Dad, I don’t wanna play hockey. I can’t skate, and everyone’s gonna make fun.”
“They made fun of your older brother — at first. Now look at him. I thought you liked hockey.”
“Would you at least give it a try? You never know. You could be Stanley Cup champion one day .”
Sigh. “Okay, I’ll try.” Hockey dreams flickered in his head. Maybe I can.
Joey tried once.
He tried twice.
It was a bit better.
He tried three times.
His eyes shone with an amazing look of triumph.
“I did it!”