Short Story. The Game Had Finished by Martin Cid

Short Story. The Game Had Finished by Martin Cid

Short Story. The Game Had Finished by Martin Cid. Another episode of Ten Masks of Evil. Enjoy your day, friends. Art is everywhere!


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At dawn, the game had finished.

Horace had left an hour ago completely drunk; the little man with the aquiline nose had too under the excuse that he had some business the next day and needed to sleep a little; Alvin understood that only “two” is the proportion and that night number one was Mills and the other was to be Albert.


‘Well, sir,’ Milton Mills said smiling to Albert ‘I think the game is over. I’m going to pay up for our drinks. Would you like one for the road?’

‘No, the game must go on!’ Albert said. ‘I’ll need a couple of hours and I’ll return with more money… I’m feeling I’ve got a stroke of luck!’

‘I think you don’t,’ Mills answered. ‘Your partners have lost too. Now, all the money is in my pocket and I’m the outright winner.’

‘You are not a gentleman!’ Albert shouted angrily. ¡You should give me a rematch. That’s fair!’

‘Believe me, Albert, you will have the opportunity to redeem your sins very soon… with cards, of course. I agree: your luck can change but you must face your fears.’




That night, there were Alvin, Albert, Horace, Mills and a little man with an aquiline nose. Alvin smiled, Albert looked steadily, Horace sweated, Mills showed extremely good manners and the little man had enough trouble trying to have his nose go unnoticed.

 Alvin and Albert were an established team from many years ago. They did not have any tacit pact but they never fought with each other.

Horace and the little man were ordinary people who had come to squander the few coins they had earned a few hours before.

Mills was “the sucker,” a raw player with money who was going to be “fleeced”. He belonged to the ilk of men who are thinking about business all of the time. He did not have soul and was so thirsty as to lose and be glad of his feat next day. He played politely but clumsily… unable to disguise his hands: when they were bad, he changed all the cards; on the contrary, he looked satisfied at them.

Alvin was feeling relaxed: “these three men will soon be defeated”.

**Next Thursday: You Cannot Smoke This Opium Without a Mask. Remember, every Thursday and Sunday, Martin Cid on Yareah.

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