POKER
Micro Fiction
During their friendly Friday night poker game, Captain Jones' quarters was smelling of cigars smoke and expensive whiskey. It was their night for drinking and gambling.
Lieutenant Brown and Lieutenant Smith were letting off steam. That's what the other card players thought. The verbal exchange escalated. Their intoxicated ramblings and false accusations lasted approximately twenty minutes.
Unfortunately, they weren't able to iron things out. Lieutenant Brown grabbed a steam iron from the kitchen counter and wrapped the iron's cord around Lieutenant Smith's neck strangling him.
Afterwards, the officers went back to their card game.
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Babs Iverson
Barbara J Iversen, also known as Babs Iverson, lives in Texas and loves her grandkids to the moon and back. After writing one story, she found that writing has many benefits especially during a pandemic and a Texas-size Arctic Blast.
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Comments (24)
So much happened in so little time; very well written!
Yikes! Wow, was I surprised at that one
That escalated fast 😁😱
They weren't able to iron things out, so they used an ironing thing to iron things out. Cause that's what ironings about. Well, if Lieutenant Smith's at sea with the rest of them, wouldn't surprise me if they tossed his body overboard to hopefully be eaten by the sharks. That being said, even if all went their way, they're still gonna fall under suspicion.
Nice twist! That's a good story 💕
Holy crap, that was a crazy twist!! Well done, Babs!!
Well, at least, there was action! LOL!
Telling so much in so few words. Very dramatic and effective!
The movies make death seem so commonplace. Just grab a gun and go get it done. Yep. It is that easy.
always wondered why those chords were so long 😂😂, great story Babs 😊
Oh my, that was quite an unexpected ending. Well done.
Oh man, that is so intense 😅 Awesome job, Babs!! 😊❤️❤️
Pretty intense card game! Good job Babs
Oh I certainly wasn't expecting that from sweet little Babs! Lol! I loved this!
Aw this is a lovely story
They'll all sleep it off. Some longer than others.
Great pressing story Babs.😁❤️
Oh my!!! Don’t deal me in! haha
Sounds like a card game in my family. I wish I was joking.
I have a feeling someone else will get the cord before the nights over! Awesome story, Babs.
Great story😊😉💖
That escalated quickly! Such it is with whiskey and poor temperaments...
Nice job of micro-fiction storytelling😉❤️
That raises the ante! Fun stuff, Babs!