23 June 2012
Prologue
The clinking of the dice was the only sound in the room. The air all but crackled with tension and passion. It oozed out of each player. Seeping into the wooden shack, pressing down against the old table.
Five players sat and watched the the sixth shake the dice. Their eyes intent. Dark arrows of mistrust that pierced each other.
Those dice rattled in their ears. Fate resonating all around them. As the sixth let them fall their breath caught in their lungs. Bone dice striking the worn wood crashed in their ears.
Eyes devoured the result. Two sixes. Twelve out of twelve. Pupils widened and hearts beat faster. Suspicious eyes settled on the sixth player.
He leaned back in a rickety chair. A smile wide across his handsome face.
'Looks like I'm safe.' A silver tipped voice washed over them all.
Soft hands passes the dice to the next along the table. The last to roll. Graciously she accepted. Dainty hands cupped the stained bony dice.
Tiny features creased in concentration behind a perfectly painted face. With a grace of a geisha she rolled. Her hands creating elegant shapes as she released.
The result stopped all movement, all thought, all emotion.
Standing she smoothed her silken kimono and adjusted the white orchid in her jet black hair.
'It looks as if I'm the one.'
Slowly she glided to the door. Leaving a table of five staring at the dice. Two ones. Snake eyes. The devils luck.
The dice had been rolled and it was the Geisha's turn to play.
©Samurai2012
Dice with Death • Opuss № I