In a game

Short story

In a game

I have nothing to lose again.

I lost it all in a game.

I better sit down and write the round go by.

Rob is next to me eating food from the plastic generation.

There is nothing left in his Gruyere cheese brain.

Dave is here too.

He is relaxed and stares at a point.

He doesn’t see anything in it.

I think he is blind.

Paul smokes and he is quiet. Red eyes and impatient fingers.

He waits and tries to chip in for an another round.

Mike covers his eyes with both hands, lays back but he is not asleep.

Richard moves forwards but he is not going anywhere.

Wayne has only one story to say. His face is red.

He sips some more alcoholic juice. He is happy.

A strange folk arrives from I don’t know where.

He says from a very far land.

He gives me a magic green bean and he tells me to make a wish.

I tickle the scar on my face.

A green smoke comes out from my mouth,

And a hat made of paper appears on my head.

I am flying but there is a scratch in the sky,

And there is contrast in the air.

I fold my paper hat.

It’s the end of the game.

 

 

Reviews

[Stephanie Marie<3]

This is awesome. I am in love with thiss. You're really good. Very well written and descriptive.