The Crockmaw
The usual card sharks come in, there eyes blazing for a bite. The room is tense as no one had made a bet yet as they hold the three cards, tightly in their hands.
“No bets?” The dealer asked to the players. They look into each other’s eyes, see if there’s a crack, a way to break the line. But I knew these types.
Over zealous.
Too much pride.
Arrogant.
I raise the stakes to fifty mil. I was all in.
“Anyone else?”
“I fold.”
“Damn king.”
I won already and I didn’t even get to show it.
“Very well. The game goes to……..”
With a splash the chips scattered around the table. A man by the name of J put all his chips in too. Much to the oohs and aaaahhs of the spectators.
“I take that back, the game continues. We have reached the reveal. Gentleman? One at a time? J? Your first card.”
J revealed a king. Not good.
I revealed the first card? It was a Jester.
“J wins the first reveal. Now your second cards gentleman.”
J revealed a second king. I was still in the clear.
I revealed an angel. I won the second round.
The third round is where you soar or fall.
“You lost,” J said with certainty. I raised an eyebrow, “let’s let the cards talk, shall we?”
“J’s final card is????? Oh wow.” The dealer was surprised for there is only 3 in the deck.
J played the devil card.
“Nice draw. Very nice draw.”
I revealed mine. A card where it’s nearly impossible to draw but it can beat any other card in the deck. And I just happen to have one.
The Crockmaw.