This week’s Flash Fiction is based on a real historical event, Arbroath beating Bon Accord 36-0 in 1885.
“Was that Petrie again?”
“Aye, that’s his eighth.”
Jim shook his head, that put them at a 24-0 lead.
A victory had been predictable, a large one looked likely when Bon Accord had arrived without a full kit for their team.
But it was becoming farcical now
And he, stood between the posts at the opposite end, had done nothing all game. He hadn’t even touched the ball yet.
“Bad weather.” The spectator who had wandered over to his goal said.
“Aye.” Jim said, the drizzle hadn’t let up and his jersey was sodden.
“Ye wanna come under the umbrella for a spell?”
Jim looked at the man, then up the field where his teammates were on the attack again.
“Aye, why not? Can’t see us throwing away this lead.”
Jim hurried over and sheltered under the umbrella.
“Aye, go on then.”
Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.