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Happily Lottery After

by Deandra Prabhu about a year ago in rings
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Happily Lottery After
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Vocal Short Story by Deandra Prabhu- Happily Lottery After

Create a fiction story about someone who unexpectedly comes into a large sum or money, involving a mysterious little black book

“Little black book”

“Little black book”

“Little black book, “she kept saying to herself trying to convince herself that what happened was real and not in her imagination

Let us go back to the beginning

It is always a good idea to start from scratch.

Sarah was amazed that her luck had finally changed in an instant.

It had been a trying and an emotional year

She lost her pet cat Randy, her mother, her home, and everything that she had ever known.

She became hopeless and found it hard to get out of bed.

She was on the verge of giving up when she found an old lottery ticket.

She had forgotten all about it.

She checked them by chance when she went to pay her rent.

She was in solitary confinement and had become a recluse.

The only thing that kept her going was the hope that it would get better and her life would have meaning again.

When she finally checked the old lottery tickets, she was amazed.

Amazed that she won $20, $50 and believe it or not a grand prize of $100,000.

She held onto the tickets for a few days and got her mind around the fact that she did not have to worry about having anxiety for rent payments or getting extensions on her credit cards for the hundredth time.

Her luck had finally changed, and she was able to finally live and be financially secure at least for a few years.

It all seemed to be going well for her.

That is until he entered the picture again.

She had been seeing him on an off for a few years. He was an older man. Tall creamy and dreamy. His lips were smooch able. His body toned and muscular. He was 28 years her senior and married. It was not a dream situation, but he was caring and loving and what she needed at this stage of her life.

She thought about it many times. She had to end it. Move on. Get over him.

It was always easier to say it then to do it.

He would enter and leave her life whenever he wanted, and she could not do anything about it. They were not married, and he never made any promises to give her anything. She wanted it all with him, but he never gave any inclination that he would ever choose her over the Mrs.

He and his wife were equally yoked. They were age appropriate, shared common interests, went to the same church, shared stepchildren and were even of the same race. They also believe it or not even had the same profession. She was unyoked and outnumbered by everything.

She thought about it every day.

She laid in her bed every night trying to find the courage and the will to just stop. Contacting him, thinking about him. She deleted and blocked his emails and calls. She needed to get away from it all.

As soon as she let him go her luck changed and she won it BIG. The only thing that she could do was write it all down. Her little black book held all of her secrets, her wishes and desires.

She didn’t know how or when it happened but one day he just appeared. She did not know if he found out about the money or not, but he still made her heart leap and her body warm.

“Hi,” he said when she returned home from work.

“Hi,” she replied, what are you doing here?”

“I needed to see you, “he replied as he held her hand and moved closer toward her.

She pulled her hand away flabbergasted by his boldness. Well, you saw me after all of these years. “Now what?”

“What nothing,” she replied. “I don’t have anything to say to you”

“Come on baby, let’s talk. I have a few things to say to you.

“Goodbye,” she said, and she went inside and closed the door.

He returned everyday for the next year. She never let him go inside or even spoke to him again.

After all of this time he stopped coming by but wrote her a twenty-page letter explaining everything about their time apart.

He bared his soul to her in a language she remembered all to well. His love language. They both had the language of physical touch. Oh, how she longed for his touch again.

He began the letter by apologizing and laying his heart and cards on the table. It was nice to have a man bare his soul to her and not ask for anything upfront.

He explained that he and his wife were no longer together, and he took the time to reevaluate his life and find some meaning to it again. He had dark days and had given up.

The only thing that kept him going and brought him back to the light was reading their emails, her poems, seeing her pictures and he knew that everything would be alright.

He did not know if he had a chance or if she would even read the letter, but he had to try and keep trying until she at least spoke to him.

He was a relief to have him be open and honest with her. It was all she ever wanted.

He gave her some time to read the letter and make up her mind. He had no idea if she would read it or not or even forgive him, but he had to try.

By her taking the letter gave him some hope that she would at least read what he wrote.

When he returned to her the next day, she reluctantly let him inside.

He hugged her tight and erased all of the pain and hurt. She did not know if he came because of the money or if this was even real. She was tired of living in the what ifs and needed to just live in the here and now.

The next year they were married, and she finally was able to write the last chapter to her love story that she kept in her little black book. She sealed the chapter with a kiss and hope to live happily every after with her prince charming.


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