This short-short story I wrote, was put into my school's literary arts magazine called, "Wings." It's just a tad confusing. If you don't understand it, pm me or something and I can expain it too you. I hope you guys enjoy it! :'D
The Man of Five
~By Audrey Warburton
Four men and one woman, sat around a table. Cards in hands, chips stacked high. The woman took a puff from her cigarette. The smoke steamned out from between her lips; staining the smoke red.
Four out of the five men wore zoot suits, in different colors. The other man wore normal everyday clothes. Whenever a card was laid down, the woman would bet half her earnings. the zoot suit men would bet equal amounts. The normal man would bet a chip or two.
No matter how much the woman bet, she ended up with the same amount. No matter how equally the zoot suit men would bet, they always turned up a chip short. No matter how much the normal man bet, he came out on top.
After hours of playing, the woman threw down her cards, and pushed all her chips to the center. She turned and disappeared in a cloud of red smoke. Each of the zoot suit men pushed all thier equal amount piles of chips in. They all feel back to the foolor like tin cans.
The normal man stared at the empty table for a second. Every blink he took, his surroundings would change. when he was finally back to reality. He looked at his own hands. He held four different business cards. The table owas coverd in patato chips. Resting in an ash tray was a half smoked cigarette, red lipstick on the butt. The man touched his lips; on his fingers was red lipstick. He then moved his hand t o his head, he pulled off a zoot suit hat. He looked up; many eyes stared back at him. He placed the cards on the table and left. The eyes watched him make his exit. He didn't notice the heaviness in his pocket right away. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a hand full of poker chips and a note. Written in feminie hand writing, the note said, "Good game doll, give me a call sometime. xoxo"
PS. I should have explained what a short-short story is. Is a short story, with little detail. With little detail, it leaves the reader some what confused, and it makes them think. : D
The Man of Five
~By Audrey Warburton
Four men and one woman, sat around a table. Cards in hands, chips stacked high. The woman took a puff from her cigarette. The smoke steamned out from between her lips; staining the smoke red.
Four out of the five men wore zoot suits, in different colors. The other man wore normal everyday clothes. Whenever a card was laid down, the woman would bet half her earnings. the zoot suit men would bet equal amounts. The normal man would bet a chip or two.
No matter how much the woman bet, she ended up with the same amount. No matter how equally the zoot suit men would bet, they always turned up a chip short. No matter how much the normal man bet, he came out on top.
After hours of playing, the woman threw down her cards, and pushed all her chips to the center. She turned and disappeared in a cloud of red smoke. Each of the zoot suit men pushed all thier equal amount piles of chips in. They all feel back to the foolor like tin cans.
The normal man stared at the empty table for a second. Every blink he took, his surroundings would change. when he was finally back to reality. He looked at his own hands. He held four different business cards. The table owas coverd in patato chips. Resting in an ash tray was a half smoked cigarette, red lipstick on the butt. The man touched his lips; on his fingers was red lipstick. He then moved his hand t o his head, he pulled off a zoot suit hat. He looked up; many eyes stared back at him. He placed the cards on the table and left. The eyes watched him make his exit. He didn't notice the heaviness in his pocket right away. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a hand full of poker chips and a note. Written in feminie hand writing, the note said, "Good game doll, give me a call sometime. xoxo"
PS. I should have explained what a short-short story is. Is a short story, with little detail. With little detail, it leaves the reader some what confused, and it makes them think. : D
