samuel chatman
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Freelance Writer and Storyteller
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The Winning Ticket
It was unusually dark out for the time of day: 2 p.m. But a storm brewed in the sky. And the rain battered everything beneath the clouds. We were no exception, my wife, Lenore and I. Strange. It had rained for ten straight days. As we rushed from our apartment—me late for another pointless job interview and her late for a job she hated and that paid far less than she was worth—I tripped next to our car. It was there on the ground that I saw a lottery ticket. I didn’t know what made me pick it up. In fact, I never played the lottery. I thought it was a waste of money, given the odds. House always won or house wouldn’t be in the business. No matter. I hopped in my car and dropped the ticket into the cup holder.
By samuel chatman3 years ago in Futurism