I’m not a fan
of the lottery. I’ve never even bought a ticket. But writing flash fiction with this prompt
was fun.
Prompt: What do you mean you lost the lottery ticket.
Grandpa sat in his recliner watching
the announcer on tv pull the first numbered ping pong ball out of a wire cage. Grandma
stood behind him, fingers crossed.
“12”
Grandpa leaned forward. “We’re off to
a good start,” he said.
“28”
“Oh, Leeland,” Grandma said. “Do you
think?”
“64”
“We won!” Grandpa shouted. “I knew our
wedding date was lucky!”
Grandma went to her purse and began
rummaging through it. “It’s not here!” she wailed.
“What do you mean, you lost the
lottery ticket?”
“Do you still love me?” she asked.
He nodded. “Always and forever.”
“Hallelujah! Here it is!”
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