Flash fiction inspired by USC’s Josh Shaw who lied about saving his nephew:
No, no no. Not now. Not today.
He was lying on his back on the grass staring up at a line of dark clouds that were spreading across the grey sky. He had landed on the pavement, a big thud that knocked the wind from his lungs, and had rolled and rolled and rolled until he came to rest on a patch of green grass beneath the balcony.
There were two people looking over the railing. They were blurry and he couldn’t quite tell who they were but he could hear them calling out to him. “Josh,” they said. “Josh, are you OK?”
OK, OK. It’s OK. It wasn’t that far. Two floors? That’s twenty feet. You can’t get seriously injured from 20 feet. OK. Left leg first. Right. Bend. Up. Down…
He tried to stand but a searing pain through his left shin sent him back to the ground. He screamed through clenched teeth then called out to the two heads sticking out over the railing of the balcony.
“I’m OK,” he said. That was the first lie.
This isn’t good. This isn’t good. One week before the season and this? Two broken ankles. Don’t get ahead of yourself. They may not be broken. May just be sprained. A couple of weeks. Back on the field by week three.
He rolled over to his stomach then pushed himself up so that he was on his knees. He tried to stand up again, this time on the other ankle, but the pressure caused something to crack and he fell onto his face in the grass.
This is bad. Really, really bad. They were counting on me. They made me captain. They expected me to lead and now this. A week from kick off and here I am on my back with two broken ankles. And coach? He’s going to kill me. I’ll roll into his office on Monday and tell him what happened and he’ll kick my ass.
A crash of thunder sounded over the horizon as he rolled on his back in defeat. The wave of dark clouds had covered the sky and in a few minutes it would start to rain.
“Josh,” someone called out. “Do you need help?”
He placed his hand around two burly shoulders and asked: “Yeah, can you guys keep a secret?”
Flash fiction inspired by USC’s Josh Shaw who lied about saving his nephew: USC cornerback Josh Shaw admitted to school officials on Wednesday that the story involving him saving his nephew from drowing in a pool was completely fabricated.
The first lie came while he was lying on the ground, dirt on his face, blood on his knees, a series of successive curses on the tip of his tongue. Someone called down from the balcony, “Shit, Josh, are you OK?” And he responded. “Yeah man, I’m fine.” Then laughed.
The second lie came after the pain had gone. He was lying on his back with his feet in the air, a bag of peas on each of his ankle, when he