The Works of Tedd Bear - Novels, Short Stories, Art, Craft and Commentary
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Scrabbled

written by Tedd Bear

Scrabbled

By Tedd Bear

The unusual board lay in front of him like a golden place setting.  It was familiar yet different enough to warrant a double take.  It looked like a normal playing board from the popular game of words, but this one was different.  In place of the typical triple word spaces and double letter spaces were different words.  They were instructions! 

He had to lean in closer to read the words on the special squares.  As he cleared his eyesight, still fuzzy from awaking, he noticed a shiny chrome object next to the golden board.  Beside the tapestry of squares was a chromed Colt 45 with a burnished oak handle.  In the handle was a symbol inscribed that Matthew had seen someplace else but right now with the cloudy head and the stench of mold he could not recall.  Standing next to the gun was a single bullet.  It had a red tip that seemed to point skyward as if to say, “I hold your destiny, and it lies above us.”

            He leaned in just a little closer to read the instructions.  In the place where ‘Double Letter’ would normally be inscribed were the words, ‘One Spin, One Shot’.  In the place where the ‘Triple Letter’ would normally be written was inscribed ‘Two Spins, One shot’.  Where the words ‘Double Word’ would typically be, read ‘One spin, your choice’.  Where the words ‘Triple Word’ would normally be read ‘Two Spins, Your Choice’ was inscribed.

What evil mind had concocted this board of fate?   The instructions presented both opportunity and fate.  Matthew was a supreme player of games of all types.  This, however, seemingly, was a game unlike any other and for various reasons.  Apparently it would be a game of life and death where the lives of more than he lay in the balance. 

Although intrigued by this, Matthew decided this was not a game he was prepared to know how to play, let alone engage in anything related to this board.  He tried to stand and found that his waste was tethered securely to the chair he sat in.  He hadn’t noticed this before but now, he realized he was in more trouble that he realized. 

The unusual board lay in front of him like a golden place setting.  It was familiar yet different enough to warrant a double take.  It looked like a normal playing board from the popular game of words, but this one was different.  In place of the typical triple word spaces and double letter spaces were different words.  They were instructions! 

He had to lean in closer to read the words on the special squares.  As he cleared his eyesight, still fuzzy from awaking, he noticed a shiny chrome object next to the golden board.  Beside the tapestry of squares was a chromed Colt 45 with a burnished oak handle.  In the handle was a symbol inscribed that Matthew had seen someplace else but right now with the cloudy head and the stench of mold he could not recall.  Standing next to the gun was a single bullet.  It had a red tip that seemed to point skyward as if to say, “I hold your destiny, and it lies above us.”

            He leaned in just a little closer to read the instructions.  In the place where ‘Double Letter’ would normally be inscribed were the words, ‘One Spin, One Shot’.  In the place where the ‘Triple Letter’ would normally be written was inscribed ‘Two Spins, One shot’.  Where the words ‘Double Word’ would typically be, read ‘One spin, your choice’.  Where the words ‘Triple Word’ would normally be read ‘Two Spins, Your Choice’ was inscribed.

What evil mind had concocted this board of fate?   The instructions presented both opportunity and fate.  Matthew was a supreme player of games of all types.  This, however, seemingly, was a game unlike any other and for various reasons.  Apparently it would be a game of life and death where the lives of more than he lay in the balance. 

Although intrigued by this, Matthew decided this was not a game he was prepared to know how to play, let alone engage in anything related to this board.  He tried to stand and found that his waste was tethered securely to the chair he sat in.  He hadn’t noticed this before but now, he realized he was in more trouble that he realized.

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