Poker

[the_fantastic_ms_fox]

    Deal me a hand. This looks familiar. Let's play like we used to. Let's (what ?) like we used to.

Like old times?
     No.
 Yes.
            Like Slow Glass; Like a slow mirror.

Hear the man's position and it's like a drag-net catching on forgotten fragments of strangled egos.

     Turning someone away at the door is a first.

Food cools in the fridge while conversation spirals late into the evening and Scrabble turns cooperative.

                                                      Amen.


Slow Glass: http://www.scifi.com/scifiction/classics/classics_archive/shaw/shaw1.html

Comments

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

I've posted that story before, in a comment to someone's post. They were irritated at a friend being melancholy. I thought they were being over-reactive. Have you read oh my precious disaster?

I really appreciate what you've written.