Prompt: Bloodshot Eyes, Sporting Purple Stitches

Inspired by a prompt from Deb Markanton.

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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.

Usurper Bowl

“A rough situation for Richard III. He’s called a time-out.”

“That’s right, Ron. With Emperor Tenmu’s squad as strong as it is, there’s not a lot of options. He’s tried passing twenty times this quarter, but every time Napoleon has swatted it out of the air.”

“He’s got more reach than you’d expect, Ted.”

“That he does, Ron.”

“And they’re off again! Mary is striking deep. There’s the pass. It’s… it’s good! Ooh, and she goes down under Stephen and Edward IV.”

“Look at those crowns fly, Ron. Gonna be some dents to hammer out tonight.”

“That’s for sure, Ted.”