©2021 Michael Raven
streetlight illuminates a bare brick façade gathered gambling side-bets and cigarettes she watches, bemused 'tho his stake is hers you can't win if you don't play urges the bookmaker anxious to push ahead eyebrow raised all in? he asks looking at her vodka sips and pursed lips all in, she replies he hands their stake over he grasps the dice breathes them to life dovie'andi se tovya sagain - it's time to toss the dice the bones clatter and tumble and fall where they may marking the bricks with each rattle hum
Apologies to Robert Jordan for stealing Mat’s irregular (yet often-spoke) line from The Wheel of Time. News of the upcoming show reminds me just how much I relate to Mat more than any of the other primary character (and there are plenty to relate to) in the series of books. I’m not much of a gambler for coin after losing my shirt at a casino when I could least afford to years ago (in fact, I don’t think I’ve gambled since), but I can still relate to the concept of risk-taking and maximizing the reward for the risk. Anyway, I couldn’t resist tossing in that bit of manufactured language Jordan called The Old Tongue into a piece that has nothing whatsoever to do with the books or the show. Worlds are upon worlds and within worlds, and so — why the hell not?