I open the box and take out the pieces of the game. The board, the bridges and buildings, the miniature, vibrant cars, the multicolored people. One has a chip in the exterior- I name it Britiany and begin.
I choose the road less traveled.
Roll 6- pay tuition.
Roll 3- choose career.
Too soon, I think, but what do I know? Life is full of too soons, not soon enoughs, never on times.
Police Officer? Alright, but only because I’m fairly sure there’s no “lost at 21, jobless, hungry and sick to my stomach”. Hopeless. Forlorn. That doesn’t pay well enough, I would know.
"That’s ok, it’ll get better,"- that song stuck on repeat in my head.
I pick up the dice and roll.
7- pay taxes
Roll 12- buy a painting
Again 12- marriage
Funny how there’s some correct order for these things- but what does a quadratic piece of cardboard know about living? About the same as I do. Fair enough.
Career too soon, marriage too late- it’s like looking in a mirror.
Roll again- they skid off the table in opposite directions. Deuces.
Have a baby girl.
I pick up the little pink person and it snaps as I insert it into my purple van.
Little pink me in the little purple van cries out in agony and frustration.
Suddenly Life turns into Super Stacker as the layers start piling up.
No job
No money
No happiness
No way out
No expression
No baby
No baby.
No. Baby.
The stacker wins, the machine lights up and screeches enthusiasm. The little pink, chipped girl invades the Rich, Dark earth.
Countryside Acres or Millionaire Estates?
All dirt is the same to me.
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