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Triadic Tales - The Hand - Short Story (Part Three)

Triadic Tales - The Hand - Short Story (Part Three)
I am in a crouch at a black jack table at Binions in downtown Las Vegas. It is two used Mercedes since that fateful drive over the hill. These cars last me three years or so.  Their price goes down as Mercedes accedes to the declining tastes of the market, rendering them antiques of a sort, discovered only by folk with whom I share a generally silent sympathy.
Bill and I are finally a couple. I guess that's what you call it. We've been that only a few months. 
As I play this low-stakes shoe, I'm still thinking what to say to my children and my ex. She'll spread the word to the whole world. I wonder if that will lead anyone to the little apartment where Bill and I live.
When we met by chance, or was it chance, back then, I came to find in Bill someone so unlike me that when the similarities that run like mine shafts deep inside us began to resonate, I would spend months remembering one revelation after another. 
Bill …

Waco, Boston, Newtown

Strung together nightmares on a stringWaco, Boston, Newtown has the ringOf a cosmic glass so set on emptyingThat all hope would collapse
But time goes on beneath our moving sunAnd forward moves the hand for everyoneWe are still here, we live, we are not doneThis is no time for taps
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