Inspired by a prompt from Deb Markanton.
Frank lost his head on the last play. The offensive tackle let the opposing team through for a vicious sacking. Now his teammates gathered around while Frank glared up at them, bloodshot eyes stark against greenish skin. In the background, his body – still nearly seven feet tall – blundered into the goalposts.
“Just pick me up!” Frank’s head snapped.
The other players glanced at each other.
“At least bring the rest of me over here.”
There was a creaking sound. Frank’s body had its hands around the goalpost. The metal was slowly crumpling under the steady pressure.
“Pussies,” said Frank’s head.
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