A loose-kneed ramble took him to the reserved baccarat seat where he ogled the dealer's cleavage and pushed a stack of chips forward. Tonight's gig would replace the investors' funds before the avengers struck, but this time the chips disappeared as if down a black hole and he was into the house money. It wasn't until he saw the FBI badge thrust in front on him that he knew genuine fear.
Thanks to ThomG for the Three Word Wednesday Prompt: avenge, ramble and genuine.
Fractal created in Fractal Explorer.
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18 comments:
Sounds like he's due for a trip to Gamblers Anonymous~!
should we give him a bailout too?
great job sue!
I like it. He isn't having a good night!
Very cool! Your fractal is beautiful!
cool !! perfect in such short write !
He sure needs help. Very nice one
well woven tale
Doing on a small scale what the banks, government, and others do on a large scale. It's usually only the small-timers that pay, though.
Sometimes woman, ya just astound me with ya brilliance....
me spelling has gone ta pot........
So much said in such a short story! I loved it...and your image is gorgeous! I'm really enjoying seeing your fractals each week.
Sounds to me like a typical day at the bank :-)
Enjoyed that.
All too plausible in this day and age. Nicely done.
What an interesting work! I enjoyed reading this very much. I agree, maybe a trip to Gamblers Anonymous next?
Hugs, G
Bwahahaha! I enjoyed reading this.
Yeah, you got it!
I am amazed by the brilliant images you create for each post. I find them exotic.
What happened next ?
This is excellent Sue. I also thought of writing a short story. These words were hard.
Loved it.
love,Melanie
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