The sky is dark, dust descends upon the small town;
Children rush home;
Chatter between spouses dies with the emergence of the children.
Lights turn off–
Blinds shut–
A short woman walks
shirt tattered and torn
shoes nonexistent.
She is Opportunity.
Opportunity is ugly, with its hanging long hideous nails housing dirt and gravel.
Opportunity is devilish, turning everyone she touches into a shell of their former self.
Opportunity is slow, holding a chain dragging a chest, in it lies the hopes and souls of its victims.
Opportunity is sporadic, laughing at random times in the dead of night.
But some men stand outside full of hope and determination
because Opportunity also has a beautiful side.
The daring few rapidly rush towards her.
Two men turn rich, the rest turn soulless, robbed and empty;
As the dust rises, she departs.
