Welcome back! This week’s story is about a mysterious group of men who seem to have figured things out…
They called themselves The Gentleman. The name, I feel, was aspirational. Three large men who played dice at the back of Hoagie’s bar each Thursday.
“Another round for The Gentleman” called one and the waitresses would play their own games of chance to see which of them had to deliver it. Not bad men, not cruel. Just wrong.
Hoagie had tried closing on Thursdays. But The Gentleman came, whether the bar was open or not, and he felt it would be dangerous to leave them unattended, unwatched.
We all assumed they were dead. Ghosts, or some such, and there were legends about how they had been regulars and kept showing up, even after death. No one believed it. They had never been here before they started showing up. If you know what I mean?
But maybe there were some secret to the game they played. Their dice rattled like bones. It put one into a certain style of thinking.
I don’t think many men would mind “living on” drinking and gambling, so Hoagie took notes. A big notebook full of numbers: dice throws and the eyes that landed face up. Even got an overweight kid from the University to look at them, but there was no sense that anyone could see.
Holly started rolling his own dice. I just picked out dice and laid them face up on my table. The kid from University had some formula how many dice he needed each throw to copy the numbers the Gentleman had thrown.
After a while we started doing it at the same table, sharing our results like gentlemen.
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wieder spannende gelungene mysteriöse Abhandlung.
Würfelspiel,wie spannend.
Die Profis beherrschen die Taktik darüber,wie mit Geisterhand die gewollten Augen oder Bilder immer nach oben zeige!.
Da hilft kein wissenschaftlicher Beistand mit ausgeklügelten Formeln deeren Theorie zu knacken.
Das beherrschen nur die Geister,die keiner gesehen hat.
Mein Buch wächst dank der wöchentlichen Zuarbeit.
Jetzt wurde es wieder einmal mystisch…hu