3WW

a gambling man

sitting at the table across and down two was a man who emanated a stealth air of complacency. the subtle satisfaction of settled success weaved into the fabric of his noteworthy gray gabardine suit and brilliant diamond pinkie. unaware of the unexpected motion of rumblings within, his beating heart continued in a linear pace. attached to his sculptured face a mustache appeared hiding an unchanged smile of a winning hand. almost a habit, he rarely shaved the thick hairs away.

helpless to look further and unable to focus on the uncomplicated cards i continued to secretly search his personal being without acknowledgement. continuing on, there now appeared thin expressive lines, bored with the business of unchanged hours he was seeking a minut big bang evolution. perfectly manicured nails resisted the urge to chew in unmerited anxiety a knowledge he no longer remembered. silently he considered a change, the expresso he had with breakfast or the order of his hours, a minute less here a moment more with her.

easing into his next thought in a faceless expression, with no gamble involved, calling out his cards he wins another hand. complete to his satisfaction, he turns and smiles, motioning our departure. touching the back of my elbow he brings me in line in one movement we turn and leave. considering that i could possibly change his cool, embraceable heart i lingered on the romance the late evening held in the palm of my priorities.
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Bones 3 word wednesday prompt offers this week: habit, settle, bored
photo: A gambling man, Talis, flickr

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9 thoughts on “a gambling man

  1. a wonderful depiction of the circle that is life… it is there in every situation,, but sometimes it takes an artist to paint a picture so that we can really see….

  2. wow, and here i was thinking i couldn’t get this right…thought about taking it down as soon as i could…kept on messing w/it even after i posted…so i thank you all…i try to never mess w/a story/poem after posting, but sometimes… now you ask whose the gambler, all i can confess is he’s irish…and wears the most beautiful suits a man could possibly wear… nothing like a sharp dressed man…

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