Thursday, October 27, 2016
Six Sentence Story :: Endgame
Murphy went for his last stripe before the eight, but scratched.
Jiles, who was already on the eight, fetched the cue-ball from the return, hefted his stick and let out a cackle.
"I've got you now, my pretty!"
Jiles placed the white ball mock-gingerly onto the green felt.
"In the side," he said, and sank the black, shooting way too hard: fool's luck.
With a muttered curse, Murphy forked over the fiver.
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