Pachinko Xmas
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I find myself in the town centre.
I don’t recall leaving the house, though. I look around.
My dad emerges from one shop. He smiles and waves.
I am reminded we are out doing some Xmas shopping.
I see some homeless people, and they are looking sad.
My dad somehow winds up volunteering at a local shop.
I go in a Pachinko parlour and play some Pachinko.
I win lots of money; which I give to the homeless.
I put a smile on everyone’s faces. My alarm goes off.
The End
The above story is a loose adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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