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.

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