Bingo – Daily Object Writing -Oct 17
Oct 17th, 2009 | By admin | Category: Daily WritingLegs Eleven’, the caller yells through popping poorly amplified microphone, balls tickle the cage as they tumble and battle each other for the next roll call, clattering about like ice being crushed in a blender. ‘Two fat ladies ‘eighty eight’….. Is there a colloquialism for each number? Do we care as we sit with pens poised ready to seek out the next number like a tracker dog, a homing missile ‘Seventy One’. What are the odds? The pen hovers over the numbered squares and finds seventy one is present – a blue cross is Biroed into place – only another three numbers needed. I can feel it happening soon, it’s my turn for some luck tonight. ‘Twelve’ – Nothing – a biting on the inside, jack in the boxes jumping inside my brain saying ‘winner, winner’ but no number twelve. ‘Fifty three’.
“BINGO!” Aww Shit! Someone else has won the game – and I was so close. A sweep of murmurs wing around the room and they announce the next game will commence in a couple of minutes. We supplement our disappointment with rounds of tea and coffee and fairy bread and Boston buns with thick crusts of sugary icing. The doughy thickness impedes any form of speech, like chewing superglue chewing gum , our jaws struggling to open and close…..
