The Adventures of the Little Voice part 1

The Adventures of the Little Voice

(Story 1)

By

R M Walters

Harry Turntrick was quite a prosperous and ambitious young man. He had a good job, a nice home, a lovely family and many friends. But he also had a whimsical hobby -- he loved to gamble.

For years, “lucky was his middle name. But as the fates often go, he began to lose. He lost the family savings, the family furnishings, he went in debt, lost his job, lost his home, his friends and finally his wife.

Despondent, destitute and penniless, he decided to end it all by jumping off a cliff. Standing at the edge of the biggest cliff in town, trying to muster a last spark of courage to do the job, he was suddenly startled by a Little Voice that whispered encouragingly, “Don’t do it! Try it one more time!”

Surprised, he backed away, quite certain that as the last insult to his dignity he was losing his mind. Shortly, he returned to the edge of the cliff only to hear the strange Little Voice again, “Come on! Don’t give up! Try it one more time!”

Once more he stepped back. He glanced at his feet, and -- low and behold -- there on the ground was a ten dollar bill. The Little Voice exclaimed proudly, “Never give up! Try it one more time!”

Harry Turntrick thought: “well why not. I’ve got nothing to lose.” So he pulled himself together, straightened his rumpled clothes, combed his hair and headed for the nearest gambling establishment.
“Try the roulette wheel,” the Little Voice commanded.

Sure enough, fortune patted pompous Harry on the lucky spot again. He won and won and won some more. At last, he had won enough to pay all his debts, get his wife and home back, and some left over for a fresh start.

He was about to cash in but the Little Voice chided, “Oh, come on! Don’t be a quitter all your life. Try it one more time!

Well why not, Harry Turntrick thought, might as well keep my luck churning.

The Little Voice urged him, “Try number twelve!”

Harry Turntrick smugly pushed his winnings on number twelve. The wheel spun, and the tiny silver ball clicked and clacked and bounced right into the hole marked twelve, only to jerk furiously at the very last instant and come to rest in the hole marked thirteen.

And the Little Voice cried, “Oh! Darn!”

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