Count On It

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When I was learning to play board games and card games I always lost.

I.

Always.

LOST.

No matter how hard I tried, no matter how much effort I put into it

I.

Always.

LOST.

The crazy thing is, I kept getting board game and decks of cards for birthday presents and Christmas presents  and it was a joke because when my family set the game up anyone could predicate that

I.

Was.

Going.

To.

LOSE.

 

This little note about me  was as predictable and it was a solid stone cold fact that when we went out for a meal my baby sister would always spill her drink.

Every.

Single.

Time.

 

The Sun will rise, the Moon will set, the planets will twirl.

And

I will always lose at games.

 

After years of never wining a

Single.

Solitary.

Game.

I refused to play games anymore.

Because

I

Was.

Always.

Going.

To Lose.

 

I

Think

I have learned a

lesson- whether it was a good lesson or a bad lesson isn’t the point because in the end

the epitaph on any tombstone will say that

 

She.

Never.

Played Games.

 

This is not  such a bad way to be  remembered.

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Daily Addictions Prompt: PREDICT

 

What Did He See?

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I am sure there was nothing out there

watching me and my dog.

I am sure it was nothing

that made him snarl

like a nasty ill tempered cur.

Maybe it was only  the wind

that made the bushes near the fence stir

maybe it only a bird or  mouse

that cried out and stopped suddenly  silenced perhaps by the chilly nighttime air.

I am sure there was nothing out there

that isn’t there during the day.

But I still don’t know what it was

Hamish saw

that turned his eyes dark and fiery red.

 

RDP Prompt: Pet