[Fiction] Friday Challenge for April 24, 2009:
During her first trip to Las Vegas, a woman experiences the luckiest night of her life. (Itâ€™s not from gambling).
â€œShhhh.â€ Sandra rocked the baby as she looked around her, at all the blinking lights, the people frantically putting coins into the slot machines, chewing gum or drinking. The noise was deafening, but it would provide cover for the babyâ€™s cries.
Sheâ€™d seen her and knew it was hers. Sheâ€™d been waiting for a moment like this, to find her baby, the one, the only. She was dressed in a pink pinafore with pink booties, just the way she would have dressed her ifâ€¦ Well. She looked down at the girl as she rushed out of the casino.
â€œWeâ€™ll just have to pretend youâ€™re a boy for a while, sweetie, but donâ€™t worry. Once weâ€™re far from here, Iâ€™ll buy you all the pink dresses you want.â€
She hadnâ€™t wanted to come to Las Vegas, but her sister had insisted she needed a change of pace after sheâ€™d lost Frannie. But sheâ€™d found her again, with these other people. They might miss her for a while, but theyâ€™d get over it. The baby was hers.
Coming to Vegas had been a good thing. This was the luckiest night of her life. She rushed away from the casino as she heard a woman screaming for her child.