You’re welcome Sacha, to be honest, even I myself don’t know what happened, that piece of paper as dilapidated as it was was just as mysterious.

Creeper. 😉

WHAT HAPPENED????????????????? As if you left us not knowing! fab story Dwayne 😀

pahahaha, really?! Actually, I take your point, its a jolly good one! Fat old man, wearing fancy dress and actively seeking out kids to sit on his ‘knee’ and tell him what ‘present’ they want. When you say it like that it sounds out right wrong!!

Haha! I know right! I have a sneaking suspicion there might be a lot of unhappy kids this year! I wonder if being a cynic is part and parcel of being a writer?! :p

um… interesting one this! Reminded me of hitchhikers guide to the galaxy – the same kind of utter randomness!!

hehe thanks Edwina…… feel free to join in 😀 the more the merrier 🙂

One brown, dilapidated piece of paper. One piece of paper that was the difference between William knowing whether destiny was still in his control or not. This was not just any old piece of paper though, it was one of great value because on it were the names of the lucky ones, the ones whose blood, sweat and tears would not fall in vain, the ones who would be able to take the next steps without having to take steps backwards. “That damn list, if only I had it now so I could see if my name was on it” said an impatient William, his mind fixated on knowing whether he had made the grade, whether he’d made the cut, whether he’d made the team. It was so close, William could see the piece of paper clearly on the table and yet it was so far as the table was in the head coach’s office which was locked. “I really want to know whether I did enough”, William thought to himself as he pressed his face against the door window, he could not help himself, he just had to know if he’d made the cut.
Ever since he was a young boy, William had dreamed of playing for his local football team and now his dream was almost about to happen. But for that dream to come true, he had to impress the head coach and his backroom staff, to show to them that he had what it took to play for such a big club. “Ever tried. Ever failed. No Matter. Try Again. Fail Again. Fail Better.” The words William said to himself before every trial, before every hurdle put in his way, he knew that he had to work hard, work harder still, fail hard, fail harder still and try again in order for him to reach the top. The hours in the gym and on the pitch, all the tackles, the close misses, all the niggles and injuries, all of that was worth going through so as long as he made the grade, for all of that effort to go to waste would bring crippling devastation but William knew that with every failure life brought, he had to get up and try again, fail again and fail better.