G is for Gamble



Gretta gambled her last quarter for the night in the slots before grabbing her old fashioned beaded handbag and heading toward the door.  She looked like she blew in from a bygone era, the roaring 20s to be exact.  Her flapper dress and her hat with its feather, she would have fit in any speakeasy with ease.

In fact, it was speakeasy night at the casino and Gretta loved a good dress up event.  Jumping into the spirit of the night, she was rewarded for her enthusiasm with an extra $20 credit to gamble away the night.  Now it was time to pack it up.  As she approached the door, a gentleman in a zoot suit caught her eye.

“I see we have a similar eye for fashion, Betty.”

She looked him up and down and with a shrug, she answered, “It does seem to be a fact, Jack.”  He grinned and she was amused by his gold teeth.  He went all out.  “I don’t believe we have met.”  Curiosity outweighed her sense of caution.

“Most call me Gentry, though you are welcome to call me Jack.  Mind if I buy you a drink?”

Shrugging, she responded, “If you can get something other than bathtub gin.  Stuff will kill ya.”

He grinned as he waved over a waiter.  He quickly ordered a Brandy Alexander and a Gibson.  She raised her eyebrow, and responded, “I’ll take the brandy.  You can keep the gin.”

“Of course.  Now, why don’t you come over and be my lucky charm.”  They moved towards the table and he began his next hand.  As the drinks were served, she quickly finished hers off.  He was gambling big money and something seemed off.  Gretta quickly feigned a need to go to the little girl’s room.  Slipping away, she was out the door.

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About Denise Callaway

I started writing in the 5th grade and have folders of bits and pieces dating back nearly that far. Wonderful teachers encouraged me along the way, from allowing me to take my spelling word sentences and write a story instead to posting pictures for a free write on a regular basis. On those pictures, I often look for some obscure detail, sometimes imagined off the picture to develop into the story idea. As I grew into my teenage years, I continued to write and added poetry to my list. Throughout college and during my adult life, I've continued writing: short stories, poetry, and even a few articles for Yahoo! Voices before they shut down that venue. I do have longer works in process and I hope to one day unveil them to you all. Until that day comes, I hope you enjoy these tasty tidbits I delight in sharing with you.

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