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.
I love this. I played a bit of pool. I was always bad at it. Overconfidence stick it to you. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Val - it was fun to write. :)
DeleteThis was fun, I could see it playing out! Some people do seem to run on fools luck, while others work so hard at something and still come up $5 short!
ReplyDeleteAin't that the truth. Dang fools.
DeleteCool story. Great use of the cue (no pun intended)
ReplyDeleteThanks Zoe!
Deletedamn! zoe! (excellent 'something-rhetorical-opedic')
ReplyDeleteone of the better example of a physical game with an overwhelmingly significant mental component.
Yeah pool is largely a matter of keeping your coool.
DeleteNice story! Reminds me of my younger days :D
ReplyDeleteMe too, me too. Thanks.
DeleteThis is a nice response to the prompt. I've only played pool once, not even enough to remember much about it.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Pat!
DeleteI had a pool table in my pub. You'd have thought I'd be good at it. Wrong! My customers always beat me and it cost me an awful lot of beer!
ReplyDeleteWow, you had your own pub? I've been told by a couple of bar-owners that it's the hardest job you ever bought.
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