Gemotions

The poker night. The weekly tradition. The bravado, the boasts, the lies. Chris had always claimed to be a high-stakes gambler, the cool cat who always won, the person that everyone was jealous of. It was always a gamble to play with him. David, a quiet man who worked a simple job, had always believed Chris's stories.

David was finally invited to a secret game. He was in awe as he walked through the heavy doors and saw the high-class atmosphere. He was surprised to find Chris there, as pale as a ghost and shaking like a leaf. He couldn't play. He lost the ability to speak. David went away without saying a word.

David could feel the blood draining from his face, and his heart pounding in his chest. His hands trembled. He went home and got in bed and couldn't sleep. The deception felt like a physical blow, a wound that throbbed with a dull ache.