Our Trespasses – Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
This week’s prompt comes from
the talented and charming Sascha Darlington, and took me down a bit of an unexpected side street.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and to see what others have written.

© Sascha Darlington


Click here to hear the author read his words:


Our Trespasses

I am alive.
Utterly, thrillingly, gut-churningly alive.
Okay, I promised her I would give up gambling and save for our future.
But the job hasn’t been what I expected.
With this recession I haven’t done the shifts I needed to get the cash together.
And more free time means I spent more.
I can just about pay for a smaller wedding, but no honeymoon.
But she deserves the best.
So when I heard about this poker game I couldn’t resist it.
And I have already doubled my money.
Well, I had, now it is all in the pot.
I can walk away with around five times my initial stake.
Or nothing.
The start to married life she dreams of.
Or goodbye.
I know she will never forgive me.
It all rests on this last card.
An Ace or a Nine give me a straight.
Any Spade gives me a flush.
And I am rich.
I know the odds.
My chances are almost fifty-fifty.
My whole life hangs on this card.
I can hear every breath in the room.
But I am calm.
There is nothing I can do.
Except watch as the dealer flips it over.
I stare at it.
And slowly close my eyes.

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
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15 Responses to Our Trespasses – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. mandibelle16 says:

    Good mystery at that. As with many men, he probably should have walked away sooner, 9nowh when to quit. But I like to hope that maybe, this once, one of these gambelers actually won, so he doesn’t hurt his fiancée. Hugs CE. Glad to read your work today, I have missed it 😊

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  2. He’s a winner! And from here on he will no longer gamble…because he’ll be married and his wife will sort him out…and then he’ll kill her…because I’ve read that story right here. 😉

    Many thanks for your kind words, btw. 🙂

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  3. Mandie Hines says:

    Oh, bummer. Either way, there’s heartache in this man’s future. If not over this hand, it’ll be one in the not-too-distant future. Does that make me a pessimist or a realist?

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  4. The tension is palpable. I’ll go for nothing, the house always wins.

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  5. I really do love your writing.

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  6. James says:

    That one could definitely go either way.

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  7. Mike says:

    Sounds like he is in trouble. His bride may have had a lucky escape.

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  8. Iain Kelly says:

    There’s nothing quite like an all-or-nothing poker hand for some dramatic tension. Nice cliffhanger as to the outcome. I know which way I think it’s gone for him…

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