The Three Of Clubs
Feb 1st, 2021 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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One night our guy grabs the deck of us and off we go to school. “Pick a card,” he says, walking around the classroom. Yes, we’re old, with some bent corners and a few stains, our winning days behind us. But to be held up and fanned out? Like we were some old chorus line, called up for one last show. I go right after my buddy, the Four of Clubs, to someone who sticks me in a book called Misery. And how! I was never one for the solitary life. All I wanted to do was play my part.
From Guest Contributor Linda Lowe
Linda’s stories have appeared in Misfit Magazine, Star 82 Review, Bombfire Lit, and others.