Car
-I call your ten and raise twenty.
-You don't have the money.
I took out a wrinkled twenty from my pocket and threw it at him.
-Fine. Let's see what you have.
I slammed my cards on the table.
-Three queens.
Juan smiled and slowly revealed his hand.
-Full house. You're out of luck.
I cursed and stood up.
-Where are you going?
-I have nothing left to bet.
-What about that old wreck of a car?
I looked at the keys in my hand.
-Deal the cards.
I left shortly after. I leaned on the car.
-Tomorrow I'll take you back.
2019-06-02
