After the Horses Are Gone
By Mikaela Lefrak
After the horses are gone from Suffolk Downs, only the men are left. They’re there to gamble on televised races, Keno, the Massachusetts lottery —anything with a ticket, they’ll buy.
A few women still work there — one will sell you a hot dog, another will redeem your Keno ticket, if it happens to be a lucky one. Otherwise, it’s a man’s world, and it smells like it. The place is permeated with the smell of old cigarettes and cigars, mothballs, and that softly pungent scent of old man.
Security guards and custodians idly prowl the halls. No one goes outside, where the soggy track lies fallow. It’s too cold out there, anyway.