Royal Flush by Michaela Halsey
You are delirious.
You sit at your poker table, cards in hand, playing with all the people you have ever wanted to meet. The devil cracks a fart, fans it with his tail. Unconcerned, he says: “Whose empty seat?”
The irony bemuses you. “Jesus is coming.”
Michaela Halsey, a recent college graduate, means no disrespect.
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Excellent.