‘Find the Lady’ and hands swiftly moved the cards.
His finger pointed to a card and the same hands took his money revealing another Jack of Spades. Again and again he lost until he had nothing left to give. As he shuffled slowly and dejectedly away a woman went to his aid.
She bought him a cup of tea and listened to his story. Each one of his words was tugging a little more at her heart. He told her about his wife and child and the hit-and-run driver. He told her of his childhood in an orphanage. As she left she put a handful of notes in his hand, more than he had lost to chance. He could see the tears in her eyes. She went to where the card player had been but she had gone.
Behind the café the old man handed the cash to the hands as they counted up the days takings.
‘Nice one, dad!’
© JG Farmer 2014