The Roll

Posted: March 10, 2016 in Fiction

The dice felt cool in his hand. Everything in his world, including his life, rested on this stochastic roll. He wrapped his fist around the dotted cubes and shook. The clacking sound only hightened the tension around the table. He stopped the rattle and brought his fist to his mouth and blew his hot breath, for luck, into his hand. In a sweeping motion, his arm came down and his cocked wrist let chance fly.

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