playin cards

Sean King

English

Leslie watched her fiancee read the first clue. The way her eyes twitched and squinted, the way her lips curled into a satisfactory grin. Raja placed the sheet down, reciting the poem.

“One for sorrow, Two for mirth, Three for a wedding, Four for a birth, Five for silver..”

“Six for dilver”? That’s where you lose me, hon. You can make up a word for the rhyme, but I can’t know what that means. Does it have to do with dill? Is the next clue a pickle? I have no idea.

Pickles were exactly on her mind, the “IMPHY-Dilver” she mentioned was the critical alloy needed to ensure the metal pickle lids formed a tight seal over the glass jars, thus preventing the crocodills from smelling the pickles, which would have endangered the mission.

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