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Playing with Dice
Budjette Tan
He was the only one in the hospital cafeteria. The lady behind the counter had stepped out to go to the comfort room, leaving him and the day’s special that no one really wanted to order.
He felt small seated at that long, white table. He chose the one near the window, hoping to catch a breeze since the lady turned off the air conditioning. The night air was stuffy, made worse by the antiseptic they used to mop the floor that just seemed to punch him in the nose.
He adjusted his eyeglasses as he flipped open another book. His finger ran down the page, searching for the right spell.
In his palm was a 20-sided dice. It felt warm in his hand, like a piece of M&M chocolate. The dice clattered on the plastic surface of the table.
He got a 9.
Not enough.
He tried another spell.
13.
Rolled again.
6
Not enough.
He had been here since last night, since they brought his lolo to the ICU, and ever since then, he had...
The rants and raves of a copy/comic book/writer in Manila.