In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Perfect Game.”

4 friends get together to play poker write a story about it.

-is this the last game we’ll play together. Dani thought as she put some chips on the fold out card table. It was still summer and the sound of rain falling was a gentle reminder that fall was on its way. She looked off the back porch to the grassy backyard that was parched and weary. Hoping that Mae  would get here soon.

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