Fool For Love
Jude nervously tapped the cue ball and sent it rolling gently down the green to hit the side of the twelve, which then spun into the corner pocket; the cue ball, after the collision, twisted off to the other side, and Jude held his breath as he watched it line up perfectly with the eight. Jude’s demeanor shifted dramatically to that of a man with a guaranteed victory. He didn’t even look as he knocked the eight ball into the pocket with one hand, extending the other to his opponent, waiting for the money owed. As he strutted out of the hall and closed the door behind him, he shifted once again, relieved to have won back the money lost the night before, happy to be able to buy a gift for his daughter on her birthday.