I decided I was going to enter the Scottish Book Trust’s 50 words contest for January. The prompt was “write a story that includes a roll of the dice”.
Sadly, I wasn’t the winner, but I still quite like the result.
They watch, wait, wonder about fate.
The muffled rattle of the dice in the cup. The slam of the cup on the table. Creased bills and futures change hands.
Gods may not play dice, but these people do.
When they lift the cup, they’ll see the role the gods play.