Card Play

He bluffed his way to a win at the tables and gathered in his money, then he flexed his muscles and went upstairs to her room

With a winning smile, he opened her door, with losers like hounds on his trail. He kicked the door shut in all their barking loser faces and pulled down his pants. He was wearing purple tights.

Big round coins fell out of his pockets onto the thickness of her carpets.

She laughed her lilting laugh and got out of bed. Then she waved a big gun at him, tossed him his crown, and opened the window to the fire escape. He frowned and pulled up his pants and they fled the scene.

The next day some guy took one of the coins to the cops and tried to get them to check it for fingerprints, so he must be the joker, huh?

Card Play

Nancy Ames

Calgary, Canada

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Artist's Description

In this short piece, the line between the cards and the players is blurred because the house (of cards) always wins.

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