Sunday, 21 May 2017

Fluttering About Flutters

Just one more bet.

Every bet was the last one. Every flutter was the one he’d end on, he’d go home, he’d stop for the week, every time he bet on a horse or a team or on just the spin of electronic reels, it was always the last one.

But then he’d decide that he couldn’t end on a loss. Or that he was now on a winning streak, and couldn’t end it there.

Eventually, he won a lottery, got millions, he was clearly set for life now.

And thus, you know, he could afford just one more bet…

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