Doug looked up at the now extinguished Olympic torch. After three tries, he had finally made it to the big show as an alternate. He never even got to compete.
Mostly, it was the same story his whole life. He was the second string quarterback in High School. Never got to play a game.
He was a bench-warmer on his championship college basketball team. Doug never seemed to quite make it to the top. First place was always just out of his reach. He was good at everything he did. He just wasn’t quite good enough.
This was it though. He was too old now. Whatever glory might have been his was behind him. That extinguished torch was him—over. Or maybe it was a turning point. Continue reading “Flash Fiction Challenge: Bench-warmer”