Cup of Puce - part one

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A game of secrets - or is it?

Submitted: March 27, 2017

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Submitted: March 27, 2017



Cup of Puce

Part one

The sunset began like most other times.  Then as it lowered the red orb seemed to settle upon a silver cup, there upon the altar.  The sacrifice was given to the Lord.  We all took a sip of the red stuff.  Three humans tasting the power of evil, from the Cup of Puce.


Darren Most woke from his daydreaming.  Then passed the football from his head to his team mate.  Skinny Dev Duval slotted the leather orb, passed the static Man United ex-reserve goalkeeper.  The fans and players cheered and danced when the ref blew his tin whistle for goal and full time.  The minor league final had been won one nil to, Siltown FC.  They had just beaten Southwold Town. 


The Cup of Puce was not big but it was carried like it was the FA Cup.  Darren sipped bubbly from the palm sized chalice.  There was no blood or human sacrifice.  Only a few bruised limbs from the gutsy game.  Darren hoisted the cup from the terrace of White Hart Lane.  It had been used to hold the match.  All went home and dreamed of that winning goal.  The shot that had won the Cup of Puce.  Still there was a macabre secret about its name..







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