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Cup 15: Monopoly



The jailers-in-chief are playing Monopoly at the top of their beachfront hotel. They are hollow, and eat Monopoly money for food.


Lesser jailers and prisoners share the lower floors. 


More prisoners spill out to the water’s edge in tents and cardboard boxes. They build sand castles and drink sea water. 


They grow mad with thirst.


Far out at sea, the earth speaks.


The word races across the ocean and just as it breaks, high over the penthouse, the jailers scramble into their helicopter and lift off. 


Here the game ends.

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