Monday, March 17, 2014

Flash 14: Living Will, the Exit Card

Living Will, the Exit Card
Julie Eberhart Painter

When I'm in a tight spot, I like to know where the door is. Three cards remain in the last hand of the bridge tournament. Am I end played? The wrong lead gives declarer a free finesse. What did she keep? My head aches remembering my exit card. 

 “I wish you'd forgotten my club discard,” she says with a sigh, placing her hand back in the yellow plastic board. 

Scores collected, we stand. 

Everything goes black. 

I awake unable to move. Where’s my exit card now? 

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1 comment:

January Bain said...

Succinct, to the point, and well played, Julie!