
He threw the trophy on the floor—useless piece of metal!
Can’t even sell the stupid thing to buy his family a meal. Should have taken a waiter’s job instead of playing football all these years—it would have paid the bills. Heck! He would look for a job today.
Meaning to throw it out of the window, he picked up the trophy…but, eyes glistening, hugged it tight instead.
Author’s note: This is a 5-minute photo-prompt story. I started with a trophy lying on the bed and what I saw, what seemed to be missing and what it made me feel. And Bingo!
Thanks to Robin Edqvist for an amazing photo (found on Unsplash).
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Sometimes, things can mean more than a missed meal. I get that.
Best wishes, Pete.
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wow ! there’s a lot packed in this tight little space !
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You’re right: trophies don’t put food on the table! Cheers, Jon.
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True, Jon. But Dreams are still too dear to let go…
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