Sunday, 12 March 2017

Hit Me

He stared at the card for several long seconds, out if fear as to what turning it over would indicate as well as the simple goal of getting a few more seconds of precious life, in the obviously vain hope something would happen and the gun pointed at him would not fire.

But the dealer finally coughed, then a second time. And he was forced to reach out and flip over the card.

It was a seven, which taken with the ace and the three meant he had twenty-one.

He had won.

He tried to run but they got him.

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