The old trophy languished in a locked cupboard. No one had thought of it for years, and they'd all forgotten why Gramps had won the thing.
They didn’t mean to forget, but they all had lives of their own, were out establishing their careers, establishing themselves. Even the youngest was about to graduate from college, and it wasn’t the sort of college where students aspired to sports trophies.
But one day someone wanted the cupboard for something, for storing business files, perhaps. So it was unlocked and they found the trophy and read the inscription:
Oldest student in the neighborhood martial arts class to qualify for a black belt, at the age of forty-two.
"Wow," they said.
Even the youngest, the one who didn't particularly care about physical competition said, "Wow, who would have thought that about Gramps? Didn't he die when he was forty-three?"
Posted for Magpie Tales, in which Tess of Willow Manor supplies a photo, and invites us to submit the story or poem the picture inspires.
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Great fun! I laughed out loud at the last line.
ReplyDeleteBut since when does martial art kill ? I reckon t'was the belt what strangled him!
A complete short story; well written.
ReplyDeleteGreat story for the day, as always, Kay! Hope your week is going well. Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteSylvia
Such a clever piece, I enjoyed this, was a great read.
ReplyDeleteI won a trophy once: for being the best female shot in a shooting competition.
ReplyDeleteThe year after I was rubbish!
Wonderful warped sense of humour!
ReplyDeleteLoved your tale!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing;o)
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Thoroughly funny!
ReplyDeleteWow mi piace !
ReplyDeleteBuona serata :)
Baci a Lindy !
Myria e Igor
awesome, your words inspire.
ReplyDeletelove your delightful attitude.
http://itistimetothinkformyself.blogspot.com/2010/11/magpie-42-in-55-words-why-not-enjoy.html
mine has some awards/treats in it, enjoy the bog love.
An amusing magpie...
ReplyDeleteGreat story, well done x
ReplyDeleteWhy Kay I think I like you!
ReplyDeletewhat a sense of humor...and yes that is what some children might think
Happy to have visited your blog
an unfittie..ha to that too
thanks for stopping by my micro
Great little story.. loved it!
ReplyDeleteAw, that is kinda sad. Poor ole boy!
ReplyDeletethe past becomes a mystery so soon when we're no longer around to inhabit it. But at least there are tales like this to tell around the table.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely story - poor old Granpa!
ReplyDeleteNice one! A real "ouch" ending.
ReplyDeleteThis was very interesting to read, but that last line really floored me. :-)
ReplyDeleteBummer. But where can you go after you've won a cup?
ReplyDeleteHeehee...thanks for the giggles!
ReplyDeleteI love a surprise ending....43! Oh toooo young!! Glad they took the cup out!
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