My Cardboard Balcony

Shower of Cards by Belinda Roddie They turned on the spigot after I said, "Hit me," and all the spades dove like sharp hail, and the clubs rattled my back as they clattered to the tile below. And as I struggled to snatch a good hand, I noticed that, while the diamonds cut into me deeply, there was not a single heart to be found in the flood, and I was left half-drowned, black and blue and with very wet lines of red. I lost everything in the deluge, and they laughed so hard that king's tears sprang from their eyes.

"The pocket watch! It's been stolen!" "By its true owner," Samson snapped as he stooped down to redo his shoelaces. But his partner Munroe was having none of it. "That watch was an heirloom!" he growled. "It's been passed down for four generations!" "Yes," said Samson. "Through a different family." "Finders, keepers!" "You're absolutely ridiculous."