It felt like an eastbound freight train slammed into him as he moved down unmarked westbound tracks.
The impact struck first at his ribs, propelling him sideways until something hard stopped his momentum. The wind left his lungs.
A shrill whistle sounded, signalling it was all over: “First and ten!”
Jim Purdy is a retired engineering manager who lives in Oregon and spends his day with his faithful dog who never gives him disparagement. She wags her tail as he reads her whatever he has just written.
You captured the moment, well done. *****
Thank you, Jeff. Being an old man now, certain times of the year trigger brain cells to remember bone-crushing moments that once actually brought a smile to my face. Almost scary, as I ponder what could, would and should happen to me after being upended on a pass route now!.
I was rough on your burial at sea story. Just wanted you to know I judge stories, not writers and CAN say great things about great stories :) Jeff
Again, Thanks for the thought. No offense taken before, and “rough” did not enter my mind. The story was a tribute to my best friend and sidekick for 18 years who died 14 inches away at the age of 24. That was rough! Your comment was more like a strong opinion. At my age, there have been a lot of opinions expressed before you. Yours was actually fairly mild by comparison … so keep ’em coming. My hide is “rough” and can take all but the very sharpest of comments.