this morning #242.

this morning, the ability to summon speech hovered just beyond his reach, so he just sat there staring back at her, a million lame excuses running through his mind. it was impossible to choose just one though due to her unparalleled ability to see right through him. here’s the thing: he’d gambled on the fact that she wouldn’t find out about how much he’d gambled away this past weekend. instead, she had. it was a major run of poor luck compounded by him putting too much faith in the idea that it would all turn around. that faith was a gamble in itself & now he was fresh out of money. soon, he would be fresh out of the house too.