Das Hier #14

"Oh look, it's a fishie! I love to play with fishies." The giant said, as if he was some kind of lummox who would do harm even if he didn't mean to. Lucky me eh?

He bent down and plucked me out of the water and held me up high, almost like he was going to drop me down his throat like a tasty little bite to eat.

I would have screamed, but I was struggling to breathe. And wondering how long it would be before I was dead, because it was already more painful than anything I had felt before.

36 words in the 1st quarter? What happened? Well, I'd love to say i was overcome with fatigue and just crashed.

I didn't.

My butt was sore and I needed to lie down for a bit.

Yes, that's the secret pain that writers don't talk about. Comfortable chairs don't prevent one from butt soreness which gets in the way of good writing.

Speaking of good things, after two straight wins by Nos Glorieux, hope was flickering in my breast that they might in the early stages of season defining streak.

They weren't.

They had their backup in and got soundly trounced 4-1 by a team that is struggling through their season the same as Nos Glorieux is.

Mind you, their recency is so much better with three winning tournaments in the last decade.

The last time Nos Glorieux won multiple tournaments in any decade was when i was a boy and not paying the same kind of mind to the sport of a nation as I do now.

And they still have the guts of those winning days even though they are no longer flush with the winning like they were, so it's not unexpected that they would come into our house and win.

Well, their house, because I am not one of them. I'm just a fan.

I only hope that this is not another 8 game streak of futility becaue that would even the faintest of faint hopes that they have of qualifying for the tournament, though there were surely those who laughed at the though of them qualifying after the first streak of awful futility.

Those are the haters though, because non-haters understand that an eight game slide is not the end of a season when there was still so much time left to play.

Not to mention they were able to string together some wins mixed in with losses and were in and out of tournament positioning a couple of times.

The path to qualifying now though is nigh improbable as not many teams can come from the bottom side and win in the same saeason.

And Nos Glorieux don't seem to be the kind of team that can set aside the losing and win at the rate they can. Losing those two key players seemed to wreck their mojo.

Yes, they had mojo as they were playing well and had just beaten a team that was and is, at the top of the Conference and League.

But that was then and this is now and odds are, they'll have to take their shot at the tournament next season, because this one is...

Mind you, I'd love to be proven wrong.

Can you prove me wrong Nos Glorieux? I'd love to be wrong about this, especially since being wrong is my thing, far too often.

And that should have been all she wrote, but it wasn't as something poured out of me. Something awful that smelled worse and splashed in his eyes.

The lummox began to scream and change before my eyes as that foul liquid did terrible things to him, things I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.

Moments later, whatever he'd been was no more as the stupid look of his eyes was replaced with a cold callous look of grim intelligence.

What happens next?

You'll have to find out tomorrow. All two of you. Or is it four? I did see there were four who are logged in as reading this. Petrie still has the better one day total, but we'll see who can actually build this readership up.

I like my chances because I'm bringing some story in, which is something he didn't do did he?

What, he had poetry?

What's poetry compared to story?

You be well today won't you?

Charles Petrie

Date
01-16-20

Time
Untimed And 09:04-11:29=145
Not enough Minutes

Word Count

36+695=731