Last Goal

This week’s creative blog entry is the first scene of one of my short story I’m working on right now.


David was very nervous. As nervous as he had never been before. And he was anxious, too. Normally, he was the easy-going guy everybody wants to be. His friends liked him pretty much. And he had tons of friends. There was no party without him, in fact, inviting him guaranteed a successful party. Everybody liked his humorous manner. David loved his life. He seemed to have everything his classmates dreamt of: He had excellent grades, was the best soccer player of his school so that he usually got picked first, and even worse he had too many female friends. His parents were not rich, but they always had money left for him if he needed some.

But something has changed. Today, he was wondering how much luck a single person deserves. Are there any rules for luck and bad luck? He thought of one of his best friends Jimmy who had lost his father two years ago. Or Kathryn, who was still suffering from an accident she had last winter. David, Kathryn and some other guys went skiing. It was supposed to be the best holiday ever. The second day they decided throwing a party and getting some beer. Actually, David was supposed to go. But he got a phone call from his girlfriend and so Kathryn went. A few minutes later the police rang on their apartment door telling them that Kathryn had been hit by a drunken car driver. Frightened, they went to the hospital looking after her. The doctors said that she had luck since it could be worse. Luck? Yes, of course, was she lucky. She was hit by a car and not by a truck. And she was lucky that the car driver stopped even though he was drunk and that he called the police and that he did not leave her alone. However, she broke her hip and has still problems walking. That night, the real lucky person was David, since he got that phone call. And he knew it…