School Sports

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: The Imaginarium
A short story inspired by a 6 word story by Corine Pelletier for the Imaginarium House.

Submitted: June 15, 2017

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School Sports.

 

Monica wondered, not for the first time, what had possessed her to offer to take her grandchildren along to the school sports day. Felicity, her daughter had been reluctant to bring the new baby, and Gavin, her son-in-law, was tied up at work. The looks of misery on the two boys faces had sealed her fate, really.

 

It wasn’t that she did not like being with them, but this was not her local neighbourhood. She hardly knew anyone and felt a bit out of place as she passed groups of chatting parents. Ian and Craig were running here and there, greeting their friends with the kind of energy only a nine-year-old and a six-year-old could keep up for any length of time.

 

Both boys were taking part in races. They weren’t serious enough about it to actually win, but they took their losses good-humouredly. When they announced they wanted contestants for the Grandmothers race Craig jumped up and down.

 

Come on, Gran! Give it a go. You can win, I know it.”

 

Monica shook her head. “No, Craig, I don’t think....”

 

Too late, Gran.” Ian dashed up. “I’ve already put your name down. You have to do it now!”

 

Monica was about to argue, say no, but she looked at all the other contestants lining up to take part. Many of them looked much older than she was. Not only that but the course wasn’t that long; quite short really. She could run that distance, surely.

 

She gave the two boys a sternly disapproving look, but couldn’t help the slightest hint of a smile from forming. “You’d better be cheering me on! And if I win..... you two get to do the washing up next time you come for a visit.”

 

Okay, Gran, that’s a deal! But you better go and take your place. Look! They are going to start soon.”

 

Watch your brother, Ian.” Monica rolled her shoulders and walked towards the waiting line of women. No sooner had she reached the line, than the whistle blew. She was about to complain, say she wasn’t ready. But why? She’d done her part, she’d tried, anyway. And she hadn’t actually had to run a step. The man with the whistle might not have intended to, but he had done her a big favour.

 

Gran! You didn’t run! I saw you!” Craig was leaping up and down, shouting and attracting looks.

 

Well, I didn’t have time to get in to position, Craig. Sorry.” Monica looked suitably shame-faced, but inside she was smiling. She turned towards Ian and said, “I was going to run, honest! But it was over before I started.”

 

Ian gave his grandmother a stern look then nodded. “At least I won’t have to do the washing-up!”


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