His most treasured possession, the jersey from his junior-season The Scholar’s Tournament championships.
He didn’t play in that division his senior year: it was foregone by an early admission into Brighton and Sussex.
The hallway contained all his firsts. The first fish caught … at five.
The morning of his first deliveries on his paper route.
There are many others… I look at each to relive the memory.
A trio of photographs of his tournament victories in the family dart tourneys from Barnoqal’s, the pub down the street. After winning the youth division from 9 years to 12 years, he stopped playing and began playing winter football with a regional league.
But medical school had always been his driving force. The sports were a way to entertain himself.
Soon, his diploma – most probably a copy of it- he’ll keep the original in his office – will be up here as well.
Written for Sunday Flash Fiction – July 15, 2018. Requirements: Create a flash fiction story (under 200 words) using the photo prompt provided.