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Monday, May 14, 2007

sleight of hand

“It is just sleight of hand.” She said.
The cards snipped like scissors.
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“It gets them every time” she smiled.
The sharp practise of a card hustler with well oiled wrists and nimble fingers had an allure that he found irresistible.
They sat around the coffee table in his hotel room.
She dealt the cards and he poured the drinks.
The clock chimed eight thirty.
“I need the toilet.” She said, giggling.
“Through there, on your right.”
She scooped her self up and moved out of sight.
He took a phial from his pocket and poured it into her glass stirring it quickly with a bic pen.
She came back into the room adjusting her skirt with quick hands and smiling at him.
“Said I wouldn’t be long didn’t I?”
“Drink up.” he said pushing the glass toward her.
“It is just sleight of hand.”
The minutes passed with a watchful eye.
The minutes fogged with a cloying tacky taste.
Memories shattered into broken pieces.
Carpet.
Glass.
Underwear.
Sliding.
Slip, slip slipping.
Fractured moments through a Vaseline smeared looking glass.
When he awoke his wallet and watch and credit cards had gone, as had his mobile phone.
All that remained was a playing card.
A joker.
Written on the card…
It is just sleight of hand.

8 comments:

JohnB said...

righteous! :)

Manic Street Preacher said...

almost missed the sleight of hand, sweet deceit.

\m/

singleton said...

perfect

Echo said...

Made me smile. Thanks for the upper.

goatman said...
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redmantissa said...

clever.

BillyWarhol said...

good Twist*

;))

aint_no_saint said...

Well Well Well!!!
Wat comes next!!!