What
Happens in Vegas
by
Kenny A. Chaffin
All Rights
Reserved © 2014 Kenny A. Chaffin
In my
dream Las Vegas was being shoved against the mountains. At first it was
actually fun riding the berm of a sand dune as it slid across the desert --
something like surfing the Sahara. As we
approached the mountains the turbulence of the sand increased and a huge lake
formed between us and the tall buildings. We struggled to stay on top of the
crest and not fall into the flaming abyss that had opened below. I somehow made
my way to the left and up a path leading away from the bottomless pit. From there
I saw the high-rollers in the high-rise fighting to escape. They were beating
against the blue translucent plastic windows with anything they could find.
Pushing outward, stretching the hot plastic. Some were already screaming as
they fell towards the burning conflagration below them. Others were bending and
bulging the plastic windows. Vague body shapes pushing outward beating to
escape what to them must be hell -- only to fall free into another. Panic and
fear making them fly.
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