Hot Flush

Our word of the day from is flush.

Anne held her cards like they were in a vice, she had to keep it cool, not show any emotion, otherwise the rest of the players would know she had a good hand. However, at her age, it was difficult to keep cool, especially as every so often she was having a hot flush.

It was like being in a freezer one minute and then being in an oven, which was on full blast, the next. She hoped they wouldn’t notice when her face turned red. She stared again at the five cards in her hand, and slowly passed over her bet for that round.

If she doubled it, then they would all fold.

‘I double the pot,’ her husband said.

He always like a gamble, so maybe this would work in her favour. Taking her money she passed it on to the middle of the table. All the coins glistened and this was going to be her round.

Now it was only her and Mike, and her skin felt like it was on fire. I’ll double, she said, putting a ten pence piece on the pile.

‘Okay,’ Mike said, I’ll see you.’

Slowly, she fanned out the cards, and they were a dream to look at – all hearts, and a royal flush. With a grin, she pulled the money towards her.

‘Wait, I might have a better hand,’ Mike said.

‘Go on then.’

He turned over the cards, and he only had a pair of twos.

‘That will be mine then,’ she said, drinking a glass of ice water.

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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