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Six Sentence Story — The Card Shark

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Johnny’s fingers danced, a blur of motion beneath the dim, smoky light of the back room at the underground poker club.

The regulars all knew Johnny, the poker player extraordinaire with an easy grin and luck that always seemed to favor him when the stakes were high.

Aces, kings, and queens materialized before him as if conjured out of thin air, and yet another pot slid his way, a silent testament to his deceptive skills.

He’d built his reputation on calculated risk, a master of odds and human weakness, and his fortune by outwitting even the most seasoned gambler.

Tonight, though, a newcomer squinted at Johnny and said, “Funny, isn’t it, how the cards always fall your way?”

The man reached into his pocket, and Johnny, knowing what was coming, stood up, and was halfway to the door before the shot echoed loudly around the walls of the room and Johnny fell face forward onto the floor with the realization that his luck as a card shark had just run out.

Written for the Sunday Six Sentence Story prompt from Girlie on the Edge, where the prompt word is “card.” Image Credit: interest.com.

FOWC With Fandango — Underground

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Welcome to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).

Today’s word is “underground.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. Show them some love.