The Old Man and His Dice

I have gambled my everything. My whole life. To be what I am.

By birth I am my parent’s child. By nature I am a gambler.

And the Old Man’s favorite playmate.

As far back as my memories go, He has always loved playing the dice with me.

And even as a lonely little child I always played along. With a smile.

The results have always been the same.

He always wins.

And I always smile.


We always play at His den. With His dice. And His rules.


There have been times when I have challenged Him. Quite often after I grew up.

I have waged my love to Him. I have waged my heart to Him.

The Old Man doesn’t wager money.


You can’t tempt Him with anything at all except your love and your soul.
Yes. Your soul.

And now He asks me to wager my soul.

And I know I will. Though I know it’s a losing game.


But this time the loser will win it all. With his smile still intact.


For it’s only if I lose my soul that I’ll win His den.



The Old Man smiles.