Royal Flush


I sat at the table, surrounded by family, and fanned out the cards. A row of red hustled into each other. My hand hovered over my depleted pile of money. If I lost my nerve I would have to leave the game.

‘I could double your bet to two,’ I say, trying not to grin.

My only opponent doubles the bet the again, and I look to my depleted pile. This is too good a hand to fold. If I doubled the bet, I would be left with nothing, but I had to try.

I take a breath and say, ‘I bet ten pence.’

‘Too steep for me.’ My uncle laughs and his cards are thrown on the table.

I turn over my cards, my first royal flush.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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