Scars Of A Broken Bond

Another began to flatter Sabrina. “It’s been ages, Sabrina. You’ve become even more stunning.”

Rolf proposed, “Shall we play poker? It’s been a while since we last played.”

ALL eyes were on Tyrone.

“Sure.” Tyrone rose to his feet, grinning.

The room was outfitted with various forms of amusement. Everyone made their way to the table.

Eddie, with an excuse, declined the invitation to play. Finally, the four people, Tyrone, Rolf, Tyson, and another man, were seated at the table.

The others clustered around a different table, while a pair moved their chairs to spectate.

chair for Sabrina and placed it

her gratitude and

at Sabrina and inquired, “Are you familiar

a kid, but I’m not

had once taught her how to play

a humble farmer, had led a simple life. He worked in the city during his youth and later returned to the farm as

preferred to stay indoors, they would gather and play poker to pass the

she would drag a tiny stool over and perch behind her grandfather, her eyes glued to the flurry of cards. Gradually, she picked

games, and

after, Tyrone’s phone started