Paddy’s Pride

Sometimes, You Just Roll The Dice

A meaty hand landed roughly on Padraig’s bony shoulder, “I’ll not tell you again Moynahan!” Constable Cooke whispered, his hot breath almost melting the young boy’s ear. “Next time, I’ll lock you up myself.”

Padraig, Paddy for short, shook Cooke’s hand off him, “Wasn’t doin’ nothin’, honest.” He shoved a handful of dice into the pocket of his ill-fitting…