This story is now published as part of the anthology ‘Loyal and True’.
No matter how hard he tried, Bob Schrom always came second.
It had been going on for a long time, and it was only just lately that he had noticed that he’d never been third or fourth in anything, and he had never been first.
No one remembers who won the silver medal in the marathon at the Melbourne Olympics.
1956 was a long time ago, and because of the boycott by the US media, there was no worldwide coverage.
There is a lovely colour movie, but even so, it majors on the winners; that is how the world is structured.
His marathon running days were over, and as he walked along this quiet country road he thought about his life, and he wondered where all his friends had gone.
Being second wasn’t all bad; the bloke who won that marathon had died first.
Second was fine on this occasion.
“My psychiatrist told me I was crazy and I said I want a second opinion. He said okay, you’re ugly too.”