The Prize_(1)
The Prize By: DamonX ([email protected]) The Prize I held my breath and closed one eye as I slowly drew my arm back, feeling the smooth wood gliding easily over my hand. Keeping my vision intently locked, the pool cue shot forward, striking the white ball sending it rolling across the table. “Come on!” I muttered to myself as the cue ball just nicked the 8-ball sending it rolling towards the corner pocket. The room went silent as the black ball butted against both sides of the pocket before coming to rest precariously on the edge of the green felt. “Damn,” I stated plainly, letting the pool cue slide through my hands, bouncing off the hardwood floor. “Oooh, tough break buddy!” Will said with a laugh before taking a long swig from his beer. “Oh yeah, …