Poker Finals, by Russell Conover

Ray and Tom eyed each other above their poker hands. It was the last game of the final match, with a huge trip and money at stake.

“Two cards,” Ray stated, replacing some in his hand. His expression revealed nothing.

“Three cards,” Tom said. Internally, he jumped for joy when he saw his hand.

The betting finished with thousands of dollars, the highest amount yet. Tom showed his straight flush, smiling. But his jaw dropped when Ray reveled his royal flush.

They shook hands, Ray collecting his money. “I’ll send a postcard from Pluto,” Ray promised. Tom sat motionless, stunned.

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