The old poker player

A Story by john

A story that I wrote.

There is a saying in poker "if you can't find the fish you are the fish" I heeded this saying but never become a member of the lower end of the food chain for obvious and needless reasons. The game came naturally to me and I never had a problem enticing the fish in to eat them like the great white that I was. One fine day in the middle of June I strolled into one of the local casinos to win like I always did, I sat down on a red leather seat and carried my confidence with ease.

The man on the other side of me was ancient full of untold stories and a time before mine, he a completely geriatric look and held this expression of indifference, one appropriate for a man who has seen more than his fair share of things he would not admit to anyone or anything. He said with a look of patronization

"Are you ready?"