It was an ordinary Sunday morning for me and my family. My friend Callie had spent the night with me, so we were performing our usual customary routine of fixing our hair and getting ready for church. “Hurry up girls,” my mom yelled up the stairs.
So Callie and I eagerly ran down the stairs and jumped into the car. As we got into the car I noticed that Callie had dropped something. It was a picture. A picture of her father, that had been officially declared dead for about two weeks now.
As we took our seats for church, I over heard two elders discussing a homicide. That had recently been in the newspaper. As soon as the preacher took the podium, he started to read off of the prayer list. He read about a man named John Bently. He explained how John was playing poker with his friends and that John was caught cheating….and that he had been shot to death. I glanced over at Callie who had a rather sick look upon he face. “I think I’m going to be sick”, she whispered.
I had a mutual feeling myself.
Towards the end of church, we heard what sounded like to be a gunshot. The whole congregation let out a scream. “Was that a gunshot?” I asked.
Everyone around me was screaming, “HELP THE PREACHER!” As I looked around, I saw that the preacher had been shot. “Someone call the police!” someone shouted.
A few minutes later the police showed up along with an ambulance, they took the body away and then I saw it. I saw what looked to be a poker card. When I looked at the card closer I noticed that it had writing on it. “Cheaters never win. Consider your debt paid”, was written on the card.
Callie and I went upstairs, in order to avoid trouble with the law officials lurking through the sanctuary. A few minutes passed and then again that awful noise took place, but closer to us it had come. I heard Callie scream”, lets get out of here!” Without hesitation I followed her as she hurtled herself towards an exit. But she stopped. And I soon knew why. Before us lay the second victim. Another poker card lie adjacent to the lifeless lump on the ground.
“Come on Callie lets go!” I said as I tried to shove Callie away.
She just stood there though, as if she was oblivious to what we were originally doing. I looked forward and saw why. A sudden voice said, ”Callie I’m sorry about this…I’m sorry that I made you think that I was dead. However I must pay my dues to John Bently. That night at the poker game I had no money to bet, so I bet you. And I lost. Goodbye Callie, I love you.” “Dad?” Callie asked. He fired the gun and it was all over.