THE MAGIC MOMENT
New car, old car,the glistening promise of a 20-year life span, a world at war sues for peace, an Arkansas mountain boy sooies for pigs, contentment laced with downers, serenity hammered out in 12 easy steps, words in the bingo cage of your mind, ejected into the palm of your hand. Under the B, and you spring to your feet. “Bingo!” you cry. “Oh, bingo…”
An old man clears his throat of phlegm and an old woman farts as softly as a baby’s gurgle. The hall goes as still as morning and you stand with your winning card in your hand, the magic moment fading much faster than it took to arrive.