“My spider
sense is tingling.”
Shelob*
#quote
Tomorrow I'm
headed out to my card game thing and the to da movies with da family
so I think it will be a day of fun. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Game Of
Masks
When someone
played poker they played the odds. Whenever someone played a game
they encountered skill primarily in two places, card counting and
bluffing. Tonight my game took place at a costume party, and every
participant wore a mask. I noticed people attempted to convey their
“emotions” with body language and finger tapping. All the motions
only looked awkward throughout the night, and as the pot grew bigger
it was obvious that everyone was used to predicting people based on
their facial expressions. I was losing in cash and I needed a big win
to pull home a profitable night. I needed to come up with a mind
game. I always used reading people to win, I never calculated odds
well as I didn't have a good memory with what already came out from
the deck. I lost the next hand while trying to think of a trick to
use. My bluff for this game of masks.
“I'm holding
four aces and a nine,” I told them all. The truth. I decided not to
bluff, pretend I counted the cards well enough to do an actual bluff.
Or not a bluff. I'd let the others at the table decide what my mind
game meant. They turned their heads to me. I couldn't see their
faces. But my wasn't perfect, nor was it poor. If I gave myself a
perfect hand, they might call it. A poor hand they might call. But my
real hand left them guessing the truth. Good enough to be scary,
perfect enough not to be obviously fake. And since it was my real
hand, it wouldn't be contradicted by any of the cards in their hands.
One by one they
folded out of the game and left me the pot. It looked like in the
game of masks honesty was the best policy.
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