Tony grasped the spinner between his thumb and pointer and gave it a twirl. “Ten,” he declared when the wheel stopped. He slid his blue car forward ten spaces, then leaned forward and adjusted his bifocals to read the writing on the square. “Win talent show. Collect $10,000.” He chuckled.
“What’s your talent? Singing? Dancing?” Samuel teased with an easy smile.
“I dance and sing. Want a performance?”
“Maybe next time.” Samuel spun a six, moved his green car, then rubbed his bearded face as he silently read to himself. “You’ve got all the luck today, my friend.” He counted out $5,000 and passed it to Tony. “It seems I had a ski accident and must pay the doctor. I’m not sure how anyone with my small salary affords to go skiing, but what do I know?”
Tony just smiled, still surprised he was playing a child’s game and actually enjoying himself. He’d thought Samuel was crazy when he set up the game, but he’d reluctantly agreed to play.
On Tony’s next turn he landed on the square that said simply, “Baby girl!” He added a pink peg to his car and then let his mind wander to a time, many years ago.
“Watch me dance, Daddy?” The curly-headed brunette, draped in pink chiffon and satin ribbons twirled around the room, stopping only long enough to make sure he was watching attentively. “Am I pretty, Daddy?”
“Yes, Princess. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world.”
His smile grew when he felt warm arms encircle his waist. “What about me?”
He turned and nuzzled his face against his wife’s neck. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
She turned to their daughter. “Couldn’t you watch her forever?”
“Yes,” he purred. “Life doesn’t get better than this.”
“Your turn.” Samuel’s words brought him back to the present. “Although I don’t know why we’re still playing. I think you’ve won.”
Tony was silent as he spun the wheel and continued the game.
On Samuel’s next turn he moved his car to the square that read “Trade Salary Card with Any Player.”
“Whoop-ee!” Samuel said. “Who’s the rich doctor now?” When he saw the forlorn look on Tony’s face, he abruptly stopped his celebration. “What’s wrong? Are you upset?”
Tony shook his head and managed a grin. “Of course not. It’s just a game.” He was telling the truth. Losing a pointless game didn’t bother him, but the sudden change in the game reminded him of how quickly his own life had u-turned. He recalled the moment it had been dramatically altered.
He’d sensed something wasn’t right as soon as he walked into the house. When he saw his wife sitting on the couch with her bags packed, he was confused.
“What’s wrong?” he’d asked in alarm.
He could no longer recall her exact words, but the bottom line was she’d found someone else. She traded him for another man and took his daughter with her. He’d spent the next year and every dime he had fighting to keep them. When he’d unsuccessfully exhausted every effort to win them back, anger became his constant companion. He’d nursed and fed the all-encompassing emotion until it led him to irrevocable actions.
He mentally returned to the game. “Looks like you’ll win now,” he said to Samuel.
“The games not over.”
“Might as well be.”
“Indulge me. Keep playing.”
Tony begrudgingly moved his car along the board. His eyes widened when he landed on another “Trade Salary” space and the game was reversed again.
After they got to the end of the board, Samuel and Tony counted their rainbow-colored money. “Well, look at that, Tony. You did win, after all.”
“I’m surprised. I’d assumed the game was over when you took my salary.”
“Nope. You should know by now, it’s not over until it’s over.”
A loud buzzing noise sounded through the speakers above them. A uniformed guard entered through the locked medal door. “Visiting hours are over,” the emotionless voice barked.
Samuel rose from his seat. “I’ll bring a different game next week.”
Tony pumped the pastor’s hand. “Thanks,” he said, and meant it.
“Don’t thank me. I enjoy our time together.” He turned to leave. When he got to the door, he stopped and looked at Tony. “Remember, friend, just like in the game, your life isn’t over yet.”
Tony nodded his head silently. The pastor had left him something to ponder.
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.