The Bluff

55 word story about a poker game.

Three a.m. in a back room. I'm about to lose my shirt.

“All in,” I say.

Coolly, I push my chips to the center. My heart pounds, but my face is confident. I hope.

Blue smoke curls around a naked light bulb.

They study me.

They fold.

I win!

I didn't have one good card.