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The jokers
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by [razvaNecros ]

2005-06-29  |     | 



The joker is the card that you can replace with any card you want if you play poker, but my writing is not about the game itself , well…it’s about a dream I had one night.
The dream began like this: I was in a poor city, which name I don’t remember, with no money, no food and no friends. The only things I had were two jokers, one colored and the other black-and-white. It was a sunny day, a beautiful summer day, sun burning with all its power on houses, gardens, streets. But instead of this lovely weather the streets were deserted. I found myself at a crossroad, resting at the shade of a high building. I knew I had to find my girlfriend, but there was nobody to ask for her, the streets, the stores, restaurants were empty. I was disappointed, thirsty and my only hopes were the two jokers. I remembered that I can use them when I was in trouble or if I needed information about the girl I was looking for.
I began walking in no specific when…the Devil showed up and took my cards and then disappeared very fast. I was mad, then I became worried and scared!” Now what I am doing without my cards?” My only hope to find my girlfriend vanished like the Devil himself. I set on the sidewalk, thinking like I was waiting something to happen. After a few minutes a young lady passed by and e few steps from started to scream. She was in great pains, and crying. I rushed to here but she felt on her back. I realized she was pregnant and I wanted to help her somehow. Suddenly she spreads her legs and holding her breath, gave birth to a child. All of this in front of my eyes. I was shocked, I couldn’t move, my hands were shaking terribly. The child was a girl with big and brown eyes. She was looking in my eyes like she was trying to hypnotize me. I run from that look because I was already terrified by the whole scene.
I wandered more minutes trying to find somebody. There was nobody to ask but for a second a thought I heard someone calling me. I was right, it was the young lady, now a mother. She was holding she beautiful girl on her arms! She child was sleeping. The lady offered me the black and white joker and told me not to lose it because the card was the only key to find the girl and then she showed me the way to her.
After I thanked her I hurried in specified direction. I wanted to there as fast as I could. But when I thought everything was almost done, the Devil showed up again and took the card. I was really mad. I grabbed his topcoat. He was turned very angry, with fire in his eyes. I was determined to face him so I shouted to give me back my joker or to take me to my girlfriend. He was my only choice. After staring to each other a few moments, for my surprise he said yes with the condition to leave the dream. I accepted the offer and suddenly I woke up in my bed near the girl. She open her eyes and asked me what happened. I asked her not to play poker ever again. Very sleepy she accepted and fell asleep.

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