The table was lit by an overhead spotlight, otherwise the room was in darkness. Tension cut through the cigarette smoke. Mr Red’s coffee was long finished, but some whisky still remained in each of Mr Green’s and Mr Yellow’s glasses. Mr Blue stuck to water.
And it was Blue’s turn. He blew on the dice for luck, shook it in his cupped hand for several seconds – then the dice made its fateful roll.
Five.
They all gasped. Blue carefully lifted his disc, counted five squares forward and set it down.
‘Snake,’ he hissed. ‘Back to square 23.’ The others smirked.
And it was Blue’s turn. He blew on the dice for luck, shook it in his cupped hand for several seconds – then the dice made its fateful roll.
Five.
They all gasped. Blue carefully lifted his disc, counted five squares forward and set it down.
‘Snake,’ he hissed. ‘Back to square 23.’ The others smirked.
