During one of my attempts in finding food, a man who was angered from his losing streak threw a deck of playing cards toward my direction.
He didn't even care whether the playing cards ended up in someone else's possession. Nor did he care whether it landed on someone's face.
"Ow!"
"I'm never playing poker ever again!" A complete lie, but after getting hit by someone's anger at the game he lost was enough to draw my attention to the discarded cards.
They were thin and almost paper-like. Yet these cards were something so small and dangerous. They were items capable of pushing men or women down a peg for getting too full of themselves.
At that time, I decided to watch what these card dealers would do to teach gamblers a lesson. Sometimes they have an extra card in their dress shirts or managed to throw cards among themselves in order to switch decks. It was an incredible sight.
To think the dealers themselves were also part of the trickery behind gambling.
It almost made me throw the cards I have been holding onto. But then I realized something...these cards were a way that I could survive.
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Clock Work (Book 1)
FanfictionIt was not a mere accident. I was supposed to head home like all of the other good children, but I saw bad men picking on a dog while leaving with my earnings. I tried to save the dog, but I ended up getting hurt in the process. When I woke up, I fo...
