100-Word Fiction: ‘A Safe Bet’

Oh come on, man.

No. No more. You’ll just lose it.

I won’t. I’ve been tipped off. It’s a sure thing.

You’ve said that before.

Just £20. The odds will sort us out.

You’ve said that before too.

And I won.

You didn’t. You fucked off and I was out of pocket for months.

But I gave you it back. And I did win.

Did you? How much?

I got good odds.

How much did you win?

About £600.

With my money.

But you gave it to me.

Where’s your winnings?

I spent it. But come on, just another £20.

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Author: MW Bewick

Writer of poetry and place; editor and journalist. Co-founder of Dunlin Press. 'Scarecrow', a debut collection of poetry is available now from http://dunlinpress.bigcartel.com

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