Bingo Nights

Walk in and you feel
the tension and excitement in the air.
Game papers and coffee cups
litter the tables
as their elderly owners prepare for war,
markers poised in their hands like swords.
I can't believe my family takes part
in such a game of chance.
It's supposed to be fun
but they think it's more than just a game.
It's for money,
it's always for money,
and there's nothing better in the world
but to win that dough.
Pull tabs are passed around.
Instant cash!
But they use it for more tabs.
You can't interrupt the game
or you'll get daggers thrown your way.
Their looks are deadly.
Oh no, you missed a number
and it's the end of the world!
But wait,
Bingo!
You win!
Too bad that victorious feeling
will only last until the winnings are all gone
and the vicious circle continues.

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Reviews

[maurice_forgets]

This writing takes a clear, light-hearted and descriptive flow through a night of Bingo, while also placing this night within a suggested context of a family. As fits the subject, the style of writing is plain-language, controlled and without unnecessary flourishes of syntax or other over-stylized device. I liked it!

The only nit-pick I could mention is that, a few times, the place in the rhythm where you broke your lines felt off. Could've just been me, though..

mf