Clandestine Club
Like thieves at midnight, they approached the covert entrance. Bravado camouflaged sweaty palms and goosebumps of nervousness.
A gruff voice floated on the dark, “Password? Weapons on the table. Arms high, legs wide while I frisk you. No funny stuff. Clean but shifty!”
Unhealthy atmosphere of tension and shadows as they observed the high profile game. Aces, kings, queens and jacks were jealously guarded. High stakes. Fortunes were splintered. Poverty was eroded. Bilge swished in stomachs as savings were placed on the table.
A shocking call, followed by a collective gasp, “ I raise your bag of jellybeans by two bags.”
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleNothing is more fun than being expertly guided in one direction, and then have the carpet pulled out from underneath. Most enjoyable, Margarida!
Thank you, Preston for your fabulously rich praise. I do so adore leading the reader astray. It was such a fun write too.
You fooled me with your ‘marbles’ story, Margarida and here I am fooled again! Another great twist, expertly delivered! Well done!
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThanks so much for your abundant congratulatory words, Linda. My husband calls me jammy! I so like being tricky with the reader.