A Bird in Hand is Worth Than Two in the Bush!

Hello my Groupies! As every Sunday's tradition- publishing an article- today I decided to make a difference and issue a short story that I scribbled 7 years ago! Here it is! Enjoy reading!

Sounds of crashing stones on the bedrooms window made Niemans wake up in midnight and stumble with all his power toward the window. Lifted up, his head passing through it, stared down at the guy, who got him sleepless. He was his best friend, Carlo and understood that it was an offer to go out maybe to the park, downtown or maybe to the girls. Carlo was shouting at him to come down for a different offer, going to the gamble.


In fact, it wasn’t midnight. Niemans guessed so, because of being so exhausted working much more than he was accustomed to. By the time, he arrived at his home door, threw himself onto his brand new cosy bed having the overalls on and fell asleep when he put his head into the feathered pillow. Woken up by Carlo and found himself in sweat, running over his neck down into his laundry.


“Be quick you fecking man” Carlo was yelling so with his amusing Irish accent and Niemans didn’t get late responding to him. “Shut the fuck up! I am coming now, wait some more.” He pulled his all wet clothes off and changed into a pair of black jeans, a white t-shirt printed with a dolphin pic and his white oxford shoes under all beauty. He made his way down to the apartments front door. As he opened it, saw a sports Mercedes flashing in his hazel eyes. What a beauty he thought in his mind.


-“Where did you find it, man?”

-“Long story. Come in, feck the rest…”


They went to an Irish pub to celebrate Carlo’s new ostentatious Mercedes. All bill belonged to Carlo as you thought, First, they had an appetizer and then ordered some chips beside two pints. They had so much fun by Carlo’s and Niemans’ continuous jokes one after another. They weren’t precisely drunk, yet tipsy. “Now tell me your plan we will carry out tonight” Niemans said, his eyes focused on Carlo.


-“Like to go poker. Any problems with that?”

-“No, and that I got my salary is miracle.”

-“Ok. So what are we fecking waiting for? Raise your fecking hips from your hot place and we had better get on our way.”



They left the pub even by leaving some tip along with the payment, got in brand new cabriolet Mercedes and headed to a nearest casino. Despite it was convenient, took forty-five minutes to arrive there. As they showed up in front of the building , having blinking lights on, an attendant met them in the hallway, keys dangling down from his trousers’ hanger. Carlo tossed the car key toward him and he catched it in the air on time. Meanwhile, they heard screeching brakes behind them and got surprised about what they saw facing backwards. A sunburnt leg appeared first, then the whole body of her, mini skirt on her waist, long blond hair hanging down, green eyes, made up face. She was so beautiful and glittering that neither of them could manage to leave their eyes from her. They were nearly about to fall in her. Her steps were so rigid that the sounds of her high heels clicking on the tiled floor could be heard by everyone around.


She was arrogant as much as being attractive. However, she achieved to gain everyone’s fascination on her. Carlo’s heart was palpitating when she got closer to him and said “ Let’s play!”, putting a kiss on his red cheek. He got surprised to hear such a sudden offer and nodded about that walking behing her, eyes focused on her shaking side-to-side hips. They went through the archway into the casino and felt like changing into another people. Since it was the first time, they would play poker in a casino. Moreover, the young lady’s seducing attitudes to Carlo made this visit too enthusiastic.


Carlo and Niemans were making money and this was obvious from the laughters. Their faces were indicating happiness. At this luck of earning, they wanted to carry on playing betting all, vastly self-confident, and found themselves with empty penniless pockets. For she got their all money and made them return home by a lemon local cab, their heads down following the track to the exit. That young lady did an embarrassing favor and payed the drive fee to the cabbie, for good.



That was a good experience in their lives, which taught them an unforgettable lesson. A bird in hand was worth than two in the bush!


EA