Playground

by Aron Beauregard

“Yeah, but just because you win the lottery doesn’t mean you’ll win every time you play.”

“So, where the hell’s the playground?” Bobby asked with impatience threading each word. Greg turned around, shooting laser beams through the most disappointing sperm he’d ever unleashed. “Boy, keep quiet. Don’t interrupt when adults are talking,” Greg reminded before turning back to Geraldine. “Now, where the hell’s the playground?”