The ball

The ball had been set into motion around the spinning wheel. There were no slots to rest in. The wheel kept spinning at a uniform speed. Neither the ball nor the wheel will come to a halt anytime soon.

In the darkness of my mind I was groping for the mechanical switch.

There was none. Stop the roulette! The ball leapt into space spinning… spinning fast.

The reading: one eighty over one twenty four. Not what I simply thought it was.


About Kenneth Theodore

I translate ethnic slurs. View all posts by Kenneth Theodore

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