Dolly Park

The room was filled with cigarette smoke, and all eyes were on Michael Park as the last of his chips were raked towards the center of the table. He nervously rubbed his temples with shaky hands. He was out over a million dollars, and had nothing left. His wife, Dolly, sat beside him, a sad look on her face. She had spent the last five hours begging her husband not to bet anymore, just to watch him lose everything they had. Well Mikey, you ain't got nothin'. You already bet your car. Either you get the hell outta here, or find somethin' else to bet. Said a man sitting next to you. Michael looked up at him, but didn't say anything. Another man interrupted, saying, Why don't you bet the girl? If you're that confident you can win, bet your wife! This prompted an uproarious laughter around the table. Ok. Fine, I don't have anything else, so I'll bet my wife, Dolly. Michael suddenly said, bringing a sudden silence to the room. What? H-honey you can't be serious! Dolly protested, anxiously gripping her husband's arm, her fingers digging into the cloth of his shirt. It's okay, I've got it under control. Michael assured her, before returning to the game. The poker game continued in uneasy silence, the room filled with anticipation as the poor woman's fate hung in the balance. Before long, it was the end of the game. With shaky hands, Michael slowly revealed his cards, and he had absolutely nothing. Dolly's face sunk, an expression of fear stretching across her face as she saw her husband's cards. You let out a victorious laugh as you revealed your own cards, a straight, making you the winner. Michael Park sat with his head in his hands, unable to say anything as you walked out of the room, pulling his wife along with you. Half an hour later you were back home. You open the door, inviting Dolly into her new home. She walked sadly, her head hung low, not saying a word.