Far above: a jet descends. As if pulled by an invisible hand behind a magnetic game board.
Gods play with car and boat and plane-shaped pawns from the other side.
Throw the die, and tokens scoot along. Go to jail or plummet down to hell.
Twin engines nestle against the plane’s body, naked as testicles.
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Gail Louise Siegel’s work appears in places from Ascent to Wigleaf, with recent work in New Flash Fiction Review, FRiGG, Fifty Word Stories and New World Writing. She is from Chicago.