Poker

The thing about gambling with fate is that fate pretty much always wins, because he can see your cards. And on top of that, he cheats. That’s right – you think you can cheat fate? Fate’s got infinite aces up his sleeve and he looked at your cards when you went to the bathroom. Even if you manage to mess up the game a little he’s always going to win. That’s just how it goes.
“Your turn,” he said, fanning his face with his perfect hand and taking a draw of his cigarette. Fate’s got a great poker face. Seriously, I couldn’t even guess.
Then something surprised me. I played a royal flush. And that was that. A royal flush, a poker face and –
“So what now, Mr. Destiny?” I asked, nervously.
“You win.” Seriously, not a twitch. He could have been at a funeral.
“Like hell I do. You always win.” I picked up the cards, turned them over, waited for them to explode. Waited for the punch line.
“I guess you got…lucky?” And there it was. The smile. Fate smiles like a million dollars and like the barrel of a revolver both at once.