My friends and I are in an on-again/off-again writing club where the rules are simple. Every two weeks you have to submit three short stories that it took you 20 minutes or less to write. These are the results.

What Are the Odds?

It all happened within a span of two minutes on a Saturday night in Vegas. Every slot player hit a jackpot. Every blackjack player beat the dealer. Every roulette table hit the number that paid out the most money. Every crap shooter landed that magic number. Every casino in town was bankrupted.

They all tried to claim those two minutes of that particular night were void, calling it an unforeseen malfunction of chance, but that didn’t stick. They had to pay all the money, and now everyone that was there that night remembers it like the legend that it is. Las Vegas was a shining beacon of debauchery one day, a ghost town returned to the desert the next.

There’s talk of a big investor re-opening a casino there. He figures it would draw huge crowds, all trying to recapture that magic moment in history. If the ploy works, there will surely be more casino openings to follow. It seems a little foolish to do it considering why it all went awry to begin with, but then again, what are the odds of that ever happening again?