Uncle Mark's Doomsday Dice

hard like a pig's, lit up w

nspiratorial rumble. "What kind of exciting are we talking abo

date me, to show off hi

casinos in Atlantic City or Vegas, where he'd lose more often t

ll," I said. "Five dice each. H

ed on Mark's lips.

is hands wide. "Don't come cryi

ives exchanged

e shark. He'd spent years practicing, or

't know a

be influenced, the feel of them, the sound, the release. She'd learned it all during her stin

r. "Put your money where your mouth is. My cash is o

d laid out my holiday bon

ic next to his m

That'll cover my bar t

mptied the ice, and produced a set of five dice from his

dice," he

a newer set of dice from a

ked, a predatory

odd

h a dramatic, noisy flourish for a good thirty sec

ifte

red. A pair of sixes, a

ave it a couple of short, sh

fted

three, a two, and

ed, scooping up a t

lled

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thousa

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ty-one. I g

llars, my entire hol

ghing, his face flush

. You're out o