I just entered the Esquire Magazine 78 Word Short Story Competition. I like this challenge very much. Here is my story.

The Keys to Victory

Mike loved to toss his keys high in the air pretending to be Drew Pearson as he ran under them along the chilled blacktop. The keys frigid from the Hail Mary stung his palms as he celebrated his 6 am touchdowns. The dim guard light above the unkempt corner of town provided a stage for Mike’s morning press conferences. I would love to thank me for winning, Mike would say, just as the yellow bus to hell arrived.