Las Vegas temptations

From the author’s personal collection

It was a hot summer desert afternoon

And the sun kept walking beside, behind, in front of, and above me…enticing, urging, cajoling, winking, whispering… “come play.”

“Play? What is the name of your game? And the rules?”

“It’s not hard, it’s just some plastic money, the size a bit more than 2” by 3” that you swipe and take a chance.”

“Chance with what?”

“Money…Your luck…Your life…”

I turned, coiled my hair in to a bun, pulled on my dark glasses and chose to have my picture taken instead in old school, classic, yester year movie kinda style.

On the road.

In the sun.

Money is still sitting in my wallet,

And I can still play other games.