Imagine

Hi all

Imagine your standing for a wooden door, it’s old and moldy and a bit dusty too. It feels like there are hidden but not forgotten treasures behind that door. It makes a creaking sound when you open it. And when your eyes have adjusted to the darkness, you see them: Viking weapons. If I were in a movie I would say something like: "I’m back, baby!". I found someone with a solid precision background willing to give Viking Precision a try.

And you know what’s really nice? If you pick up cards like this:

South
AQ83
AKQ853
K74

 
A sequence as in a dream, smooth and fitting like a glove.

West
North
East
South
 
 
 
11
pass
32
pass
33
pass
44
pass
55
pass
66
pass
7
a.p.
 
 
 

1. 16+
2. 12+ hcp, 4441 with a red singleton
3. Natural, agreeing
4. Cue
5. Exclusion Blackwood
6. 2 Keycards without trump Queen

This was the complete deal.

South Dealer
– Vul
North
KJ76
QT75
6
AQ95
West
94
AK96
T72
JT83
East
T52
J8432
J94
62
South
AQ83
AKQ853
K74

 
There was nothing to the play.

2 thoughts on “Imagine

  1. The young cadets were given an easy task. Man the northern guard outpost of the kingdom. It was a tower that had been out of use for years as no ship ever crosses these forlorn regions. An ideal spot to train future soldiers. Or so it seemed. The first night nothing happened. The cadets had agreed on alternating shifts, thoroughly following the manual. The second night was stormy and very tiring for the young soldiers. No messenger ever passed during this time, they were all alone and the third night fatigue, that fatal foe, reared its ugly head and kicked in hard.

    Pulling ashore, hardly two miles away, was a huge drakar, heavily armed with a sixshooter, some 54-pickups, crash material, streamlined spiral scans, Greek warriors, sidesteps, splinters and many other dangerous weapons. Perhaps a fire should have been lit, perhaps a pigeon should have been sent out as warning. As it was, the young cadets were quickly taken prisoner, and a huge hail rose through the ranks of the invaders as their leader stepped ashore. Har Gokmarson was back and blood was to be spilled.

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