The opening sentence for the January 1st Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: “Of all the places I thought I would end up on New Year’s Eve…”
I had planned a quiet night, as I was way past New Year’s Eve celebrations in hot and crowded places.
My son rang and asked if I’d fill in for their game as Jacko’s wife insisted he stay in that night.
So I dragged my bowling shoes out, found the appropriate competition uniform and off I went.
The alley was crowded as it was on comp nights.
The drinks were flowing freely as it was one of the few nights in the year where drinking was permitted. Needless to say as the evening went on the bowling became more wayward.
As midnight approached several bowlers were comatose, some were slurring not only their speech but also their bowling and the place was in danger of descending into bowling chaos.
The chimes of midnight and the celebration of the New Year sent everyone over the edge. Bowlers kissed and hugged other bowlers and their balls, Champaign flowed, my son caused a major incident by belly flopping down the alleyway and was promptly ejected.
We wound our way home in silence, losers again in more ways than one.