Pay up.
Score more.
I don’t worry about
getting caught. I don’t
worry about me at all,
although I could
worry about
Kristina and Mom.
Kristina and Hunter.
Kristina and Trey.
Kristina and the monster.
Call me stupid, but I do,
in fact, worry about
Trey and Angela.
Trey and casinos.
Trey, helping himself
to the contents of the lockbox.
On a Whim
I pick up a newspaper.
Maybe I’ll get a job.
A new direction.
A way out.
Why do I think I
need that? Doesn’t
matter. I already
spent
the fifty cents for
the paper. And hey,
since I bought it,
might