Go With the Roll
Ted stared at his cards, trying to change them into what he needed.
Ted let out a breath and tapped the table and the man dealt him another card.
“Shit!” He dropped his cards.”
“Ouch, twenty-four. Tough break, man. I win the pot.” He picked up a rolled piece of paper and slipped it into his pocket.
Ted rubbed his head. “Sally’s going to kill me.”
The man shook his head. “Sorry, man. You know our agreement.”
Ted’s shoulders slumped and tears filled his eyes. “What about my wife?”
“Should’ve thought of that before offering your soul. Bring sunscreen.”