Rory’s Story Cubes Mini-Story #27
“We once got free from the Yugoslav secret police with a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors,” Mai said.
“Seriously?” Paula Shaw asked.
“Of course, we had to explain the rules to the commandant. He got rock breaks scissors and scissors cut paper, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out how paper covers rock meant winning. So, it had to be the best two out of three, then four out of seven. I thought we were going to be playing that bloody game forever, but Alexei convinced him it was more strategic than chess.”
“And he fell for it?”
“Well, he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the pack. A tiny little man who looked like that character from Laugh-in. You know, the little German with the round glasses?” Shaw looked at her as if she’d grown a second head. “Yes, well, I suppose you’re too young to remember that,” Mai said.
“And the guy let you go after you won?”
“Well, we let him win. He didn’t like losing.”
“We essentially bet our lives that he would win, and even though he was new at the game, he wasn’t predictable. It was mostly chance, and, of course, when he won and was faced with freeing us, he wanted to renege.”
Shaw grinned. “I’d love to know how you got around that.”
“It was simple, really.”
Shaw leaned toward her, eager, no doubt for some tale of wits over brute force.
Mai shrugged and said, “I shot him.”