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.

them brought a chair for Sabrina

gratitude and settled

back at Sabrina and inquired, “Are you familiar with

as a kid, but I’m not certain if the rules are the same

grandfather had once taught

farmer, had led a simple life. He worked in the city during his youth and later returned to the farm as he grew older. Throughout the year, he remained occupied, with only a few days of rest during the

the cold winter months, when people preferred to stay indoors, they would gather and play poker to pass

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

couple of games, and

Tyrone’s phone started