JOKER

 

JOKER

Jack turned up drunk once too often and lost his croupier job, but his ‘Find the Joker’ three-card scam earned enough cash to keep him in vodka.

Tourists drunk on cheap beer and sunshine were easy prey, but trying it on the drug boss from another district was one trick too far.

They found him slumped against the wall of an alley, broken bottle clutched in his hand, blood crusting over in the morning sun, and a Joker pinned to his chest by a six-inch blade.

The headlines wrote themselves –‘ The Joke’s On Him’.

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Such excitement this morning to find that Rochelle has used my photo for the prompt - until I saw the name isn't mine. Someone else got the credit :( Moving Mum to a Care Home entailed clearing a lot of stuff she'd not seen for decades, which included this collection of Jokers, amassed over her 98 years of life. I guess they might be worth something but I've no idea where to start looking, so they sit in a drawer in my house, waiting for my kids to throw out when I've gone.

In case you're wondering what 98 looks like, here's a photo taken at Christmas of Mum, my daughter & granddaughter, and me.