Games (an acrostic poem)

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Going to try their luck

As they roll the dice one last time

Maybe this time they will win

Even though as they released the tumbling cubes

Something twisted in the universe

Roll (an acrostic poem)

Random chance encapsulated by dancing cubes

Obliterating different realities as they settle down

Leaving Janice a bit shaken at the outcome

Losing was always a possibility, but she didn’t plan on this…

Dice (an acrostic poem)

 

Down to my last chance, I offer a prayer to the lukewarm plastic cubes

I then release them to bound across the table, watching them unleash their chaos

Cartwheeling and spinning among all the possibilities and futures

Eventually coming to rest as tombstones on my luck’s grave

 

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Reading the Ice Cubes (a 50 word story)

Kevin stared at the ice cubes at the bottom of his bourbon glass trying to ascertain what they told about his future.  He thought he could hear them predict he would be in a world of hurt in the morning.  He decided they were truly psychic and poured himself another.

 

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