By Louise Callan
Sweat forms beads on his forehead.
Sheila will surely leave, take the kids.
What will the neighbors say?
Why can’t I stop?
Stupid, stupid man.
I need this win.
An inviting voice ushers across the table, “Are you ready sir?”
“Yes,” he replies. “Roll the dice.”
“I just enjoy putting pen to paper and experimenting with ideas.” – the author