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Bingo Cards: A Narrative Fiction

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I pulled the blue rabbit’s foot out and sat it on the table along with a hot pink bingo dauber.
Not too long after we were settled at the table, a man’s voice came over the intercom, and everyone stopped talking. The man gave the rules and regulations of the games, then he rang a bell and wished everyone good luck. As the man called out letter and number combinations, I filled one of my bingo cards quickly and yelled “BINGO.”
I think I startled my mother because she jumped when I yelled. After I heard a bunch of sighs come from the table next to us, I rolled my eyes and held my card up in the air. Then an older white woman came to check my card. I held my breath as she called out my numbers out loud to the man that was sitting on the platform. “Yep, she’s a …show more content…

“Yeah, and we don’t need to do this again.”
“You know what. You need to make your mind. One day you don’t want me, then the next day you do want me. You can’t toy with an old man’s emotions like that.”
“I’m sorry Lester, it never should’ve gone this far.”
“You damn right. It should never have gone this far. I can’t get your sweet ass off my mind. Do you know how long it’s been since I had some nice tight stuff like yours?”
“No.”
“It’s been about twenty years or so. Come on. Just let me taste you tonight. Please.”
“No, it’s not right.”
“Shit. I knew you were going to flake up on me. I knew that this was too good to be true.”
“Lester, don’t be mad. Even you said that we shouldn’t do it anymore.”
“That was before you seduced me with that hot box that you got between your legs.”
I stood with my arms folded and listened to him talk. As his mouth moved, I tuned him out and stared at his mustache.
“Lester I don’t have time for that yapping,” I said as I started to walk away from him.
“You don’t have time for my yapping? Well, what about this? Do you have time for this?” he asked as he withdrew his ding-a-ling out of his

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