by Owen Myers
The little boy darts down-field. Kicks the soccer ball with each furious stride. His mother and father cheer from the bleachers. The pitter-patter of five-year-old feet at his back. His foot strikes. The goalie leans against the goal as if he knows it’s useless to try and stop this divine kick. The ball plunges into the net and the little boy leaps into the air. He’s done it. He’s scored his only goal of the season.
But no one is cheering.
Coach comes up to the little boy.
“What’s wrong?” the little boy asks.
“You scored for the other team.”
Owen Myers is a human being.
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