"The Gamble"

One by one I gather up the little white and red pieces of laminated paper, who's jack of diamonds and Ace of spades, if brought together in the correct manor, could be my winning hand. The gamble could pay off yet could land me back at square one. The final card is doled out and into my hand with a deafening silence after it leaves the comforts of the green felt.

It's now or never and why stop when I am ahead? I came here to win and I could not live with myself had I folded before it's really even begun.

I laid my cards out on the table and sat waiting patiently in silence. The dealer's eyes share no insight as to the potential outcome because he knows the answer lay not with him but in the deck held so effortlessly in his hand. The moment suspends in what seems to be hrs of anticipation of the arrival of the last card to be dealt.

His hand reaches for the red laminated bicycle as my eyes cloud. Things appear distorted as the card's identity starts to be revealed. The cloud thickens and I can't see the green felt of the table any longer. The fear grips me, am I dying? Am I going to pass out? What is going on?

Birds chirping, low murmers and the earth's monolog speaks as my eyes open. Am I still alive? What what the picture on the card? Both eyes ae open now with clarity of the scene from the green felt table. It was a dream but one of promise, necessity and adventure. My card will be revealed in time. But until then I must be willing to take the gamble.

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