It was all too familiar. The smoke lingering in the air, the enveloping cacophony of high pitched rings and chimes, the flickers of neon lights that winked from every corner. They had told me never to return here. The clerk gave me a knowing smile when he slowly slid the token across the counter.

So familiar it was between my fingers.

I stood, watching. Them, the happy, the sad, the hopeful, the hopeless, the inebriated.

I flicked the chip over and over again with my fingertips. A habitual trait.

One more chance.

One more.

Just. One. more.

With a burst of courage I cantered over to the table, sat down at the stall and tapped on the table with my one and only chip. The woman beside me gasped as she looked at the number. I pushed it forward with my scarlet lacquered finger tips.




  1. 5th December 2015 / 6:15 pm

    I can’t get over how awesome your writings and pictures are! Really, a great read.

    • 18th December 2015 / 4:03 pm

      Thank you, that’s so lovely of you to say so! Hopefully I’ll be blogging a lot more in the new year!

  2. 5th December 2015 / 9:49 pm

    I like the mischievous tension you’ve built up in this one. It seem like it really captures the thrill and fear of an addiction. At least that’s how I’m reading it. πŸ™‚

    My offering to the Great Lion has been placed on the alter here:

    • 18th December 2015 / 4:05 pm

      Thank you, I’m glad you got that, I was trying to build it up so that’s great! I’ll have a read of yours now πŸ™‚

  3. 7th December 2015 / 8:20 pm

    Quite atmospheric – all the different types of person one might expect to find are represented and I can’t help thinking your protagonist is in over her head. I shudder to think what will become of her future if it lands on black… or on red, for that matter.

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