I flip a coin in my hand. Tails. Life is made up of chances like these, nothing ever is 100% certain when you do something. When I flipped the coin I could’ve gotten heads, and that could’ve changed my entire future, or even the course of humanity. Something little, like a coin, makes a far greater impact than we give it credit. So, you, a human, could ripple the ocean with a flip of a coin. Could. There’s always could’s all around us, chances ready to be taken, risks ready to be matched. The question is: Would you take a chance?
My name is Jonathan Hoarsewollow, and I’m the person people come to when they want a chance. When they desperately want excitement in their boring lives, I’ll be here in the shadows ready to roll the dice in their honor. But there’s a catch: There’s a chance they’ll lose something incredibly important to them should they get unlucky. No matter the consequence, positive or negative, your life will change forever, and that, perhaps, is the only guarantee.
I begin to tidy up my workshop to close my shop for the day. As I begin placing bottles and antiques on the oak shelves, I see a girl. How peculiar.
I had never seen anything like her beauty before. Her eyes were the first thing I noticed, blue and shimmery like diamonds painted across the starry sky. Her hair was in two dirty blonde braids and I couldn’t help but be drawn to the silver necklace hanging around her neck. I needed to talk to this girl. I needed to figure out her name.
“H-hey.” I surprise myself as I stammer. “What brings you here today?”
She walks up to the counter and smiles sweetly at me, making my insides seemingly-- er turn? “Hello. I heard about this place online and I was wondering if you had time for one more client…”
My head wanted to say no but I found myself saying: “Yes. Of course.”
I took a deep breath, collecting my thoughts and steadying my racing heart. What has gotten ahold of me? Focus. I need to finish this job and then I can go home.
“I didn’t catch your name.” I say.
“Oh, right. Forgive me I don’t get out much.” She laughs. “I’m Allie, and you are?”
“Lovely name. It quite suits you.”
I can’t help but smile hearing her compliment me. I take out my 12-sided die and set it down on the table.
“Do you know how this works?” I ask. I always ask anyone who comes into my shop if they know what they’re getting themselves into. In a way it’s to warn them, but also it’s to avoid any lawsuits. That’d be pretty bad for my company.
Allie shakes her head. “Not really.”
I clasp my hands together as I get ready to recite the same protocol for the 100th time today. “This, right here” I hold up the dice. “Is your chance. It’s what will determine your future, whether it means you’re destined to die alone or to have three children. This dice knows all of the secrets, and this dice can show them to you as well.” I smirk, charmingly. “When I roll this die there are 12 possibilites, 4 of them are bad, 4 of them are good, and the other 4 are neutral. If I roll this dice you will have no say in your future but I can promise you it won’t be mundane. Do you wish to take a chance?”
Allie looks at the dice as if she’s deep in thought. Suddenly, like snapped out of a trance, she looks straight at me. “Yes.”
All I needed was that one word. I dropped the dice onto the table and it rolled towards Allie, stopping at a nine. A wave of terror elapses throughout my body as my hands shake and my lip quivers. Nine. She rolled a nine. I felt an immense sadness for her as I realized what it had meant. I hadn't rolled a nine in about a decade, I didn’t think there was a chance. That was my mistake because there’s always a chance.
Allie tilts her head in confusion. “What does that mean?”
“It means…” I smile, heartwarmingly, as I shove the die into the drawer in my desk. “That you will live a long happy and healthy life.” I didn’t have the heart to tell her what nine really meant.
“Wow. Really?” A look of pure happiness invades her face. “How does this stuff work anyways?”
“That, Miss Allie, is a secret I’ll take to the grave.”