The stench of ammonia brought Ahmed to his senses, and he found himself looking up at his coach, teammates, and the team’s physician. The physician had just finished sewing up a gash on his forehead above his right eye.

“That’s a pretty nasty elbow you took back there,” Coach said…


“You’re on in five…” Ahmed quickly moved his hand from rubbing his eyes to stare at the video camera aimed at him. …


Ahmed opened his eyes and was surprised to find himself surrounded by wet tile. It took a few seconds for him to recognize where he was. “The showers?” He mumbled, “I could have sworn I wasn’t here a minute ago…” He walked out of the showers and put on a…


“You all right, man?” Page asked Ahmed as he sat up, “You took a pretty nasty spill there.”

A little unsure of where he was at first, he eventually remembered. He was running a scrimmage against the Practice team, and his team was executing so poorly that he opted to…


Ahmed opened his eyes and found himself looking out of his windshield. His eyelids were still heavy, and he almost wanted to close them again. He fought off the urge and shook himself fully awake. He reached out and rubbed the black velvet armrest in his Bentley, rubbing his eyes…


Tupac yelling “I gotta get mines” in Ahmed’s ear was enough to wake him up. He was a bit surprised to find himself lying on the couch of yet another hotel. He couldn’t even remember what city he was in at the time. Not that it mattered, since all of…


Ahmed opened his eyes and looked up to see a black monolith with flashing lights hanging over him. It was a rickety black box with giant, outdated TV screens on each side, flashing images in odd combinations of yellow, red and green light. On top of the screens were various…


“Mission Impossible,” the first words to come out of Ahmed’s mouth as he opened his eyes, “Boy is that an understatement.” He looked to his left, at Jaques and smirked. “Hey, do you remember that ad campaign?”

“Don’t I.” Jaques was a burly man, the kind of beefy, Iowa Farmboy…


As the buzzer sounded, Ahmed opened his eyes and looked out to what remained of the crowd, and was surprised to find many of the fans still there, watching yet another close game slip away from the Pirates. This time it was because of two bonehead plays made within the…


“Yo, Ahmed,” Devlin yelled across the room, “you’ve been daydreaming again.”

Ahmed forced his eyes open and found himself sitting on the floor of the Pirates’ training court. He looked around. His other teammates were getting up from being seated near him, and picking up basketballs from the team’s trainer…

J.d. Williams

Storyteller and published author of 4 novels.

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