The dulling of the card sharps

The Wednesday night crowd around the big table center of the brewery beer hall was middle-aged men boisterously playing cards trash-talking howling with delight at winning hands or someone missing a bet, bid the beer, the game was all flowing we were living semi-vicariously two-tables…

Gathering

    Hour 12 How strange is this connection, not by blood but met by fate, your friends make it live a heaven Unknowingly, if you meet your mates, No matter how long the period those gathering with loving friends, You Found someone in the…

In the Rooms, Women Come and Go – hour 12

Hour 12, Prompt 12   In the Rooms, Women Come and Go   Betty’s machine-gun laugh rat-a-tat-tats from the far corner where the hostess positioned her Attempting to soften the gunfire with the plethora of ornament-themed throw pillows and expensive red rugs between the shrapnel…