Tickets

Darrell stood at the front of the line, cheering. His lotto ticket held high, his face exultant, he had won. Won everything. Millions were his, even at the crock of a payout style the lotteries engaged in.

Behind him, Lenny looked at his ticket. He knew it would offer twenty bucks at best. Another three months before he’d get another, no doubt.

Lenny waited through the dance to buy his next few tickets.

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