American Football, Running Back, Pigskin


Jomah had a rough time in primary school.  It had really been a simple mistake – the typing of his name on the birth certificate.  His granddad had been named Jonah, like in the Bible, but the registrar’s secretary messed up a single keystroke.  The result was the creation of a ghost word, or I guess more properly, a “ghost name.”  What was worse was that both his parents had read the document and missed the mistake.

So Jomah he was.  At first kids accepted it, but as they grew older (and crueler), they began to tease poor Jomah the more.  It was hard to deal with.  He often felt like he just wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

But when he was thirteen, he discovered his talent.  Jomah could run, and once he started there was no stopping him.  During track and field season, he would not only beat his competitors, but in longer races he would often lap them.

In high school, he was “discovered” by the football coach.  He soon became the hero of the entire school.  His natural speed, and drive took him far.  If you put a ball into his hands, he would tuck his chin in and smash through any defense.  Sometimes even three or four opponents working together weren’t enough to stop him.

Yes, the self-conscious pre-teen Jomah was no more, and his once apologetic parents were now flushed with pride.  But, there would be no need of requiescat prayer.  Jomah the outcast might have gone, but Jomo, “the Legend” had been born.


Wordle #156

1. Tuck
2. Both
3. Hands
4. Together
5. Crawl
6. Ghost Word– a word that has come into existence by error rather than by normal linguistic transmission, as through the mistaken reading of a manuscript, a scribal error, or a misprint.
7. Self-conscious
8. Requiescat– a wish or prayer for the repose of the dead.
9. Flush
10. Lap
11. Hard
12. Apologetic

The Bully

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He was a full five inches taller and twenty pounds heavier than the next largest kid in his year group.  All of the other children avoided Alex when they could, for he was not only large, but he was a bully.

After one of his unprovoked thumpings of a smaller boy, whose only crime was having freckles, a small group of children met at the far end of the playground.

“It was horrible,” Alice said.

“Did you see the way he turned all red for no reason, then just started to punch?” Jackie asked the others. “Did Stanley get hurt very badly?”

“Yes, his mum came to collect him, and he has a black eye,” Alice said.

“We need to do something, because whenever he is around I just know something terrible is going to happen,” Tony said.

“Like what?” Jackie questioned.

“Like stick together, and not put up with that no good, Alexander Day,” Alice said.

“All for one and one for all,” they all chimed.




Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day