Bode my time. Waited. Pounced. A hero.

Went to see a film yesterday. Changed my mind at the door. Was about to head home, but then I saw the new bowling alley.

The place looked awful. Full of birthday parties, work outings, couples on dates.

Everyone seemed to have brought a child or a drink. Or both. Laughter ricocheted off the plastic seats. The pins fell like they were trying to escape.

I bowled three games and got a couple of strikes. One of the balls clattered horribly when it rolled, so I adopted it.

A man in the group on the next lane threw his ball really hard, then looked around at his mates like his masculinity depended on it. He got a strike and shouted.

“Boom.”

His friends cheered. I nodded solemnly, like I’d witnessed something profound.

Who says boom?

Afterwards, I spent a while at the claw machine. The toys were all off-brand animals with loose stitching and haunted eyes. A small group of kids were feeding coins in. Failing, one after the other.

I hovered nearby, looking indifferent.

When they gave up, I stepped in. They watched on as I won a frog in a football shirt that said “CHAMP10N.”

Raised it in their direction. Brief. Regal. Like a champion might.

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