Life Is The Chance Taken
Wandering rough, seeking my salvation
Standing deep inside the alleyway, she had three cups displayed. One said Now. One said Never. The last said Evermore. I held up a battered penny, scavenged from the street. She pulled open the ancient leather trench she wore and held it wide. Her naked body shimmered white in the moonlight, a terrestrial nova against the blood-red lining. Her green gaze beguiled, daring me to take the chance. Eyes closed, I succumbed, an...
