One More Dollar But Im Still Not Going Home

A cold wind breeze blows and consumes Henry as he approaches

the frozen trees. He sees a bunkhouse in the distance and knows that
is where he needs to go. He nocks on the big steel door that is two
times as big as him. It makes a loud echo that you could here for miles.
A small thick man opens the door.
Who are you and what do you want? The man says in an
annoyed voice.
Im Henry. I came here to come work in the fruit trees, Henry
replies.
Well Id like to tell you welcome home, but Im sad to say that
there was an early frost. There is no work for you, but you could take
your chances at the bar a couple miles down, The man tells him
sorrowfully. Henry was a sitting duck. There was no more work for him,
so he knew that the only way he could bring his family out of poverty
was to role the dice.
Henry walked for ages, one foot in front of the other, but finally
he reaches the small town of Hemsburg. He can see the run down bar
in the distance. The bar is shapeless of form, old and broken down as
his home from where he came. The doors made a loud screech as he
entered.
If you role a pair you get double your money, just sit down and
well give it a go, an old man said with a scratchy voice. Henry sits

down on one of the overturned wood crates and puts the last of his
money on the table. The dealer hands him his 2 dice. He bids every
last cent of his money on this one role. Henry lets his hand go, and one
dice after the other drop out of his hand. He roles a 3 and a 5, at that
moment he knows he just lost his last chance to go home. He is stuck
on the streets, no money, and no food, only to live of off the kindness
of the people. One more dollar isnt going to get him home.