Pyrrhic

By Perry McDaid

Winning the big lottery while in traction had struck him as ironic.

Dan loved his local team, but having been trampled during a big game amidst an ill-timed epileptic fit, he’d missed two seasons, despite having enough money to—

“You’ll be glad to get back to your life, eh?” The doctor pushed and probed like a bluffer testing a used car. Dan half expected the equivalent of a tyre kick.

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Dan kept his eyes moving around the empty stadium. Sure, buying all the seats meant safety, but the silence and accusing glares from his favourite players were too much for him.