Lita traced streets from afar, “Bramble to Washington yours, Jefferson to Lewis mine, yeah?”
Tamara distributed beers, bingo cards, and tokens. Turning the caller’s handle, a ball tumbled out.
“Wait. Our free spots.”
With their minds they set fire to the houses corresponding to the center of their cards, huge flames spooling into the sky. Before the game was over their cards would be complete blackouts and more.