‘Keith?’ The relief was evident in her voice.
‘Everything’s turned to shit, Cass.’
‘You went back to the Galleon?’
‘I was feeling lucky. I could feel it in my bones, Cass. I nearly had it all back again.’
‘And then you lost the lot!’
‘I had a flush; all he had was two pair.'
‘So, you won?’
‘Yes and no. It was Tommy Dolan.’
‘You took Tommy Dolan’s money to pay back Hogg?’
‘And now I’m in deeper shit.’
‘Fuck, Keith.’
‘But I cleared the debt. Look, pack a bag and meet me in Galway. Let’s party before the reckoning.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Oh, what a situation! You really describe it well, too, Rob. Too much trusting to luck...
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