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.
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Click here to hear the author read his words:
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.
The start to married life she dreams of.
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.