"She dreams of confronting whatsisname, fleeing whatsisname, eviscerating whatsisname with a bread knife, obtaining a condo with soundproof walls and a pool, winning whatsisname back. I dream only of the moment to come, the moment I enter Caesar's Palace and banish all my dull workaday ghosts forever."Take a look at "Vegas" by fellow writer Robert Dall.
Robert Dall's story "Elite Spa" has been published in The Blue Moon Review
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poems by Pamela Steed Hill
