I guess I lapsed into a rather dark mood without realizing it, and Bingo was the result. The summary I wrote for the Writings page should suffice as a summary here:
The nightly games at the Bingo hall aren’t just for old ladies anymore, and the prize is something that nobody wants to win.
How’s that for a lovely little piece of melodrama? I should write taglines for crappy B-movies.
A warning: Bingo is a fairly gruesome and depressing story, the probable result of having read way too much Stephen King lately. Young and sensitive people should probably steer clear of it. It’s not terribly original either, so people with easily-offended creative sensibilities should probably steer clear, too.