Rake of the Laak September 9, 2015September 9, 2015 Above the Cylinder PoemsFlash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Poker, Writing, Yeah Write He sat down hooded and hidden behind oversized sunglasses and a stony face. Shuffle up and deal once seemed a call to action, but I know it now for a death knell — I was “felted” by the man who coined the term. Share your enjoyment:TwitterFacebookPinterestLike Loading... Related
Sorry, it is a bit mired in terminology of a niche community and further reliant on the references to one of its celebrities. I’m grateful that you took the time to piece it together, though. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
I had to think about this one… You did a great job setting the scene and creating the mood! LikeLike Reply
Thank you. It must be insufferable to pay so much for a buy-in to a tournament only to be mowed down by a pro. LikeLike Reply
I think he must have won the hand. Round one goes to the masked man! ♥
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I had to do a lot of Googling to figure this out.
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Sorry, it is a bit mired in terminology of a niche community and further reliant on the references to one of its celebrities. I’m grateful that you took the time to piece it together, though.
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I had to think about this one… You did a great job setting the scene and creating the mood!
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Thank you. It must be insufferable to pay so much for a buy-in to a tournament only to be mowed down by a pro.
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A little depressing, but I liked it.
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