The Last Letter

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 05, 2018

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The Last Letter.

I’m not sure quite how it happened to become such a serious thing in our house. I mean, it is only a game, after all. Oh, I’ve not told you what I’m talking about yet have I! ‘Scrabble!’

Sunday afternoon, it is phones off, computers off, even the television, and come rain or shine we’ll sit either side of the board, me and him. Who is to keep score is decided by a toss of the score, but whichever loses still gets to check over the addition after each and every go.

Nothing wrong with that, you might think. But.....and this is a big but....if I should win, he’ll go in to a sulk. If I should lose, and obviously do so deliberately, he’ll also sulk.

He’ll sit there and think and think about each and every move. By the time those letters are placed, I’ve already figured out how I’m going to use all of my tiles. Except now I can’t because he’s gone and ruined my plans. Never mind, I’m not really really trying to use them all. He won’t like that unless he’s already done so twice as many times as me.

This game, it’s close, really close. I know it could be mine. I can see by the triumphant look on his face that he’s confident though. He’s used all his letters, and I have seven to go; easy ones to get rid of but if I do, he won’t talk to me. Is it worth the discomfort, the awkwardness, just for that moment.

I’m so, so tempted.

I play my tiles, leaving one, giving up a total of 51 points which would have let me win by ten. What do I do? How do I do it? Simply by spelling ‘Lose’ instead of ‘Loose’.


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