Fictoid: gamblers

Well, my friend, it has been a droll evening. But all evenings -- and all games -- must come to an end.

So, which shall it be?

Shall you reach for your gun?

Or shall I show you my card?

The gun?

Or the card?

The gun…?

…or the card?

Choose wisely, my friend.

We dangle on the precipice of hell.

© Buzz Dixon

(updated August 8, 2018)