The Odds

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Short submission. Left up for interpretation.

Submitted: January 18, 2012

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If your welcoming, this flip is your message. Tails! This is a devistating thought. How foolish I am to believe such a thing can rely on that of a coins front side. I must try once more! I was foolish to think such a minimal trial shall grant me rich evidence. Three times! Three times it must. The coin in the air, feeling undoubtful. Heads I saw. Heads indeed. I  tossed it up once more, and as it fell, I winced as if I flipped it back into me. There it layed, heads again. This is it! Once more I must. If it looks promising I can rest assured that the beast won't have his fist around me. Up in the air, I began to tremble. Will a hero of our time show his face? The copper fell perfectly in my hand. There it was. Tails. For I know this is foolish. How can one believe such a thing. Could someone, something transmit such high information through that of chance? Once more! If I succeed, it is not for certain, but I can rest assured i'm not in reach of the beast's grasp. The stakes are higher, six more I must. Three go by. Heads, heads, heads! I didn't break a sweat. I flipped it once more, shaking. Heads. Is this real? Two more to go. Without hesitation, I flipped once more. My eyes closed tightly. Slowly opening my eyes, I could make out the word liberty. Feelings rushing inside me. The coin was dropped. Dropped it subconsiously.


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