Cara Rothenberg
Joined July 2021
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Kip
Uncle Kip drinks his vodka tonic like it’s telling him a secret—quick and frantic before anyone can notice. His body sways to the pings of the slot machines, spitting out coins and false hope. There are two kinds of people at a casino—people who play to win money and people who play the slots. At this moment, Uncle Kip is neither. His drunk thumbs can barely push the buttons. But I don’t interfere.
By Cara Rothenberg3 years ago in Fiction