Dizzy Was Quiet For Good Reason

Dizzy was a quiet man, for a good reason. He kept his past to himself, not wanting to scare people. Prison had made him more silent than ever. He had given it twenty years of his life. He had a comfortable place now, Rented sure, but it was safe. No one bothered him. The police had stopped too. His wife and daughter long gone, There was no one left. He patted his denim pocket. Making sure his deck was there. He liked playing cards with people in the park. They enjoyed it too, and it gave him a little cash. A left over deck from the Dunes, his go-to place When his wife threw him out, because of his drinking. He had not had a drink for years, Too late for them; she had cut him out of their lives years ago. A young man with a pretty girl approached from the side. “Dad?” the girl asked. He pretended to not know her. It was easier. Written 9-3-2019 Contest: Bring a Character to Life (Dizzy) Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux