The Spectator of Two Dices
How long have the two dices been on her hands? I’m wondering, she might be wondering, too.
Does she always toss the dices in the air and catch it back and repeat? I’m wondering, I bet she’s wondering, too.
Without notice, she puts the dices on the table, under her palm hand. She then moves the dices across the table. My eyes are following her hands and her dices. To my surprise, there’s another person on the other end of the table. Was he always there? I’m wondering but I think she already knew it.
He takes the dices. He doesn’t toss it in the air like she did. He rolls them instead.
The first two numbers are four and five. The number five comes out again the second time, but accompanied by six. I am about to see what numbers the third time when I realize that she and he do not pay attention at all to the dices.
They look at each other. He doesn’t need to look at the dices to get them and roll them time after time. She doesn’t need to see the numbers, she has it in her mind, or so it seems to me.
Now, I look at both of them in turn, at him when he rolls the dice, at her when the dices goes around the table. At him and then at her.
And so..
I’m no longer the spectator of the dices.
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