VSS 023 - Ping Pong


Ping Pong

 

Very Short Story (VSS) 023

 

 

He was always fixated on Table Tennis; making the ping pong ball dance to his wishes. Literally.

 

There was no one who could make the ping pong ball fly the way he did. It was almost magical.

 

The Principal was confident he would go on to play for the country. And win Gold.

 

And just before the inter-school championship, his right arm got paralyzed permanently in an accident. Doctors said he could play no more.

 

Seven year later, I was happy to see him win the Gold for the country yesterday, playing table tennis … with his left arm.

 
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The 'ing ong' series continues. In this case, the title 'Ping Pong' had a clear meaning so I had to wrap the story around the ping pong ball. As the story climaxed, it transformed into an inspirational message of sorts.

Quick Note: Very Short Stories are max. 99 word stories that i am writing, as part of my writing resolutions for 2017. My target is to write at least 50 VSS this year - about 12-13 every quarter. Currently I am behind my target but quickly catching up :-)

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