Carl was tired to the bones and felt disgruntled about his job. It was mere drudgery with little pay.
The new foreman was also an ass who kept yelling at people.
He regretted dropping out of college and wished he could start all over. Girls and booze was a pastime that got old fast and with Sue pregnant with a second child. He worried.
Break time was a little reprieve, so he ambled over to the deli where the other men gathered for a quick lunch.
All eyes were glued to the excited TV presenter who called out the winning lottery numbers. Each man read his ticket hopefully.
Carl paid no mind. He had bought just one ticket for reasons he couldn’t explain.
The cashier exclaimed that the ticket had been sold in the deli.
Each man checked his stub again and he fumbled in the back pocket of his dirty jeans to find his.
The ground rushed to meet him in dead faint. He had the winning number.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
In response to the FFAW photo prompt above. Thank you Ellespeth’s friend for the photo and Priceless Joy for this enchanting platform