She touched the arm of the fruit machine doing a dark wish: what she would do to him if she hit the jackpot. Stolen dreams, hijacked hopes of freedom and wealth. He embodies it all, sociopathic behavior on plain daylight. His body is a lotto machine which spits out losertickets: one way to hell in the aura of heaven. Young and ruthless: first the car, then the house till she no longer could afford her dog. Then she started renting her body to survive, safe sex in some motel with an older guy. Ironic that he was in the same business only more successful.
Uko Verhulst 22-12-20