Her kids were swallowed by the endless sickness since birth, and she were trying to earn enough to pay for their treatment.
Three of her jobs were all in the same building. A casino dealer, a canteen waiter and a contracted call girl.
And when life and events took her away from her kids, she'd surely struggled and fought back with her army qualified skills.
Here came the music from the slot machines and the running of the coins, where people hopelessly threw the coins into the void, hoping to catch a glimpse of the light, and dreaming about the life that never happened, yet.
Amy entered the floor and checked her sleeves once again. The red and the black and the gold, mesmerizing to recognize; the smell of alcohol and sweets, choking and pumping. She went to a blackjack table and relieved Jackie from her shift. There were three people playing and they weren't looking so good. They were pale on the skin and lips, and had a stare that could make kids cry. Amy shuffled the deck and dealt her first hand of the day. And so the day went on.
The time ticked and tocked, and soon she was substituted by Karen. She rushed back into the rest room and put over a coat over her work clothes and went out of the casino. At the elevator she pushed for twenty, where the scratchy label next to it read 'Fashxion'. She put on the hat from the coat and stepped inside when the elevator arrived. The same music was playing, an old folk song, symbolizing family and harmony. She took out her phone and dialed for home when she came out of the elevator. It was still ringing when she turned into the staircase.
"Hello, this is Candy speaking, who am I talking to?" said a little girl's voice.
"Hey baby, is mommy. How are doing? Have you take your medicine yet?" said Amy, messaging her necks.
"I have," said the girl and there then Amy heard someone speaking low in the background. "It's mommy," said Candy to whoever she was talking to.
"Are you talking to Aunt Anna?" said Amy.
"No, Aunt Anna's sick today, she's at the doctor's. I'm talking to her friend, Mr. Lane."
"What baby? What did you just say?" stutterd Amy.
"It's just Mr. Lane."
Amy lost the grip on her phone and she collapsed toward the wall.
Here came the music from the slot machines and the running of the coins, where people hopelessly threw the coins into the void, hoping to catch a glimpse of the light, and dreaming about the life that never happened, yet.
Amy entered the floor and checked her sleeves once again. The red and the black and the gold, mesmerizing to recognize; the smell of alcohol and sweets, choking and pumping. She went to a blackjack table and relieved Jackie from her shift. There were three people playing and they weren't looking so good. They were pale on the skin and lips, and had a stare that could make kids cry. Amy shuffled the deck and dealt her first hand of the day. And so the day went on.
The time ticked and tocked, and soon she was substituted by Karen. She rushed back into the rest room and put over a coat over her work clothes and went out of the casino. At the elevator she pushed for twenty, where the scratchy label next to it read 'Fashxion'. She put on the hat from the coat and stepped inside when the elevator arrived. The same music was playing, an old folk song, symbolizing family and harmony. She took out her phone and dialed for home when she came out of the elevator. It was still ringing when she turned into the staircase.
"Hello, this is Candy speaking, who am I talking to?" said a little girl's voice.
"Hey baby, is mommy. How are doing? Have you take your medicine yet?" said Amy, messaging her necks.
"I have," said the girl and there then Amy heard someone speaking low in the background. "It's mommy," said Candy to whoever she was talking to.
"Are you talking to Aunt Anna?" said Amy.
"No, Aunt Anna's sick today, she's at the doctor's. I'm talking to her friend, Mr. Lane."
"What baby? What did you just say?" stutterd Amy.
"It's just Mr. Lane."
Amy lost the grip on her phone and she collapsed toward the wall.
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