Written for Song Lyric Sunday where this week
weāre writing about a song with a great
opening line. Hereās how the theme inspired me.
Tag: Gambling
Tumbling Dice
In response to Thursday Inspiration #286 ā
Black Water ā andĀ āKeep On Rollināā, this
is the first thing that popped into my head.
The Caper: A Six
Written for Six Sentence Story where we are
challenged to incorporate the prompt word āmoveā
into a story of exactly six sentences. Hereās my six.
He looked real good so I made my move and walked right up to him, kissing him long and hard on the lips. He pulled me close, groaning as his hands slid up my dress and I could tell he was more than happy to see me, if you get my drift.
āListen, babyā, he said sotto voce, āI had a nice gig dealing at a casino up in Buffalo and I made some serious moola running a fool-proof scam; Iām dealing here tonight so if you and me were to double up, we could make a killing.ā
It sounded dangerous and exciting. I nibbled his ear and reached between his legs, giving him an approving squeeze, and whispered āIām inā.
āWork first, then Iāll show you how much I missed youāĀ he promised as I knocked on the door; the peephole opened and immediately slid closed, then the door cracked an inch and we were quickly ushered into a back room heavy with the scent of leather, cigars and money.
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This is āRags To Richesā by Bony Bennett
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Angel Eyes
Written for The Unicorn Challenge
where we are asked to be creative in 250 words or less,
using this photo as our inspiration. Here is my story.
It was Friday night and my paycheck was burning a hole in my pocket. As it turns out, my on again/off again boyfriend, Jagger, was off again so I was free as the proverbial bird. Just as well; I was getting tired of the slouch anyway. But it was New Yearās Eve 1946 and I didnāt want to be alone.
Anxious to hit the tables and ring in the new year, I got myself all dolled up in an outfit that was quite possibly illegal in 33 states ā a lowcut slinky little black number with a high side slit, silk stockings with lacy garters and red satin stilettos. Maybe Iād run into a high roller ready, willing and monetarily able to treat me to a bourbon, a thick juicy steak and a slice of pie a la mode.
I grabbed a taxi to the casino, the driver giving me the once-over in the rearview. I wasnāt interested in any two-bit palooka so I played it cool. Averting my eyes, I glanced out the window, snuggled deeper into my fur coat and lit a Chesterfield. The smoke encircled my head and my bright red lipstick left a perfect kiss around the filter.Ā
When we arrived, I tossed a fiver at the cabbie and stepped out onto the sidewalk. The staccato of my heels alerted the man in black .ā¦ Special Agent Sam Bishop.
āEvening, Candace. Youāre looking angelic, if you donāt mind my saying. I donāt suppose youāve heard from Jagger.ā
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250 Words
This is Kenny Burrell with āAngel Eyesā
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THE LONG SHOT
In response to my friends at Fandangoās One-Word Challenge,
todayās word is āgambler.ā
āSo, kid, your ma says you wanna work on my horse ranch. Is that right?ā Micah asked Billy Bob.
āYes sir. I love everything ābout horses and I asked my ma if we can get one and she told me we couldnāt afford one so the only way I can be around horses was to come work on your ranchā Billy Bob answered, feet kicking up dust as he shuffled around nervously.
āWhat is it you love so much ābout horses, kid?ā asked Micah.
āTheyāre the most beautiful animals I ever seen. I like the idea of taking a wild horse and workinā with him every day, gettingā him to trust youā replied Billy Bob, his eyes lighting up with excitement.
āBreakinā in a horse is one of hardest things I ever done, kid. Everything ābout being a horse rancher is hard. You ready for that?ā Micah asked the kid.
āI reckon. All I know is I need to learn everything there is ābout horses, what makes āem tick, how to train āem to be the best horses ever. I canāt think of anything more excitinā ā¦ except gettingā rich, that is.ā Billy Bob answered. He had a burning in him that Micah saw clearly now.
Micah removed his Stetson, pulled out a bandana from his back pocket and wiped his brow. “Well, kid. You sure got the desire, needinā to know everything ābout horses. But you gotta understand one thing ābout workinā on a horse ranch: it aināt gonna make you rich. Thatās a real long shot!ā Micah waited for Billy Bobās reaction.
Billy Bob didnāt hesitate. āThatās ok, sir. Iām smart; thatās what everybody says anyway. Iāll learn right quick. Besides, I donāt plan on workinā on a horse ranch forever. No sir. Once I know everything there is to know ābout horses, Iām gonna follow my dream.ā
āAnd whatās your dream, kidā Micah asked, his curiosity aroused.
āIām gonna be the smartest, most famous and richest gambler that ever wasā Billy Bob replied with proud determination.
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