Dare to Dream

Lawrence takes a long drag on his cigarette. “The proverbial ‘last job,’” he says with wistful regret.

“There’s never a last,” says Milo, “You know that.”

Lawrence sighs. Smoke curls from his mouth like the reluctant spirits of serpents. “Can’t I dream just this once?”

“Dangerous dreams, Lare.” Milo stares off in the distance. “But who am I to criticize? I have them too.”

“What would you do with the money, Milo?” Lawrence asks.

“A few million dollars? Get a big boat, a leggy blonde, a private island in the Caribbean, some dancing monkeys…”

“Seriously?”

“Or the Pacific. I’m not picky.”