By Christopher Mattravers-Taylor
Harsh light bathes the roulette table, while freezing darkness obscures the rest of the casino. A tattered cowl hides the croupier’s face. Clutching my last chip, I hesitate, afraid.
The Lady sits opposite, eyes an iridescent green and hair a raven halo. Smiling, she plucks the chip from my shaking fingers and places it on a number.
The croupier’s skeletal hand casts the ball and it thunders around the spinning wheel, bouncing between pockets. I watch, breathless…
I wake in the hospital bed. My wife clasps my hand, tears streaming down her smiling face.
“It’s a miracle, sweetheart. The tumour’s disappeared.”
Wow, I wasn’t expecting that. Gripping .
My thoughts exactly!
Nicely done. Great imagery!
If it were my life, I’d probably be playing craps.
Nice! Do I spot a fellow Pratchett fan???
Yup!
Great build up to that twist 🙂