Standing desolately staring at the wheel on its last spin I was filled with dread at the possible consequences.
My last pennies were on number six black and I needed to win just to afford a bus home.
Around me people urged the ball to fall their way. In my mind was the feeling I had done it again, blown a weeks salary on the wheel that promised so much but preyed on my gullibility.
Walking home that night I knew I had to stop, find a reason other than poverty to bring about a change.
Arriving home I found my house empty. Nothing was there apart from the shell of my home and the stack of bills on the kitchen bench.
She had threatened but I never thought she’d carry through with it.
There was no note, nothing to say my family once lived here apart from the message scrawled on the wall……WAKE UP! DO SOMETHING!