Alalay

Fiction per Chance - Land of Snails

turn 13

- Stupid ones!

Again said the father and mother while he put the tontos inside the goblet.

- Let's see, let's see

He said while the dice blasted like mini canons on the table.

The miner lifted his glass while the father and mother turned the cuadras into trenes.

They all clashed their glasses. Whenever a big one is hit, a toast is a must. If a sleepy one comes out, then all sign the score sheet and give it to the winner.

It was the miner's turn, his eyes sparkling with anxiety, he knows if he hits a single hand poker then they will make the golden belly and thus win the game.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute

He said while he takes a long drink of chuflay. He took the dice one by one, he looked at them and caressed them, as if they were some sort of mineral, precious stones, and he encrusted them into the goblet, like a jeweller making a ring.

He then shook the dice a bit and threw the cacho up in the air; the goblet spun in the air without releasing the dice and returned softly and precisely to the miner's hand. The miner gave them one last shake and let them out like the devils of Oruro dancing in the Socavón.