Writer's Block: Jackpot
Feb. 19th, 2009 05:48 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
"And for my final wish, I want to win the lottery."
"It is done."
I'd been expecting a poof of smoke, or a Chesire cat disappearing act, but there was nothing. Nothing but the memory of his promise.
I raced right out and bought my ticket, then was on pins and needles all week until the numbers were announced. I forgot a date with Sarah, and she broke up with me over IM. Sure, it ended up being a wasted wish if she could just dump me whenever she got mad, but with the 25 million I was about to win, she'd be crawling back real fast. Hell, with 25 million, I could get someone way better than Sarah. I'd have the cars, the house, the fame, all the things that hot chicks love.
I blew off work on Friday since there was no way I could concentrate. It's not like I'd need the job, anyway.
The numbers took forever to come up, and each new number just made me colder. Nothing matched. What the hell was going on? What had I done wrong?
"Oh, something matched."
He appeared directly in front of me, and I screamed like a girl. Got over it quick though. I was pissed and I wanted answers.
"What is this shit? I wished to win the lottery so make me with the fucking lottery already!"
"But you did win. You win three dollars or another play. I'd suggest taking the money, Jared. I think your luck has run out."
"And for my final wish, I want to win the lottery."
"It is done."
I'd been expecting a poof of smoke, or a Chesire cat disappearing act, but there was nothing. Nothing but the memory of his promise.
I raced right out and bought my ticket, then was on pins and needles all week until the numbers were announced. I forgot a date with Sarah, and she broke up with me over IM. Sure, it ended up being a wasted wish if she could just dump me whenever she got mad, but with the 25 million I was about to win, she'd be crawling back real fast. Hell, with 25 million, I could get someone way better than Sarah. I'd have the cars, the house, the fame, all the things that hot chicks love.
I blew off work on Friday since there was no way I could concentrate. It's not like I'd need the job, anyway.
The numbers took forever to come up, and each new number just made me colder. Nothing matched. What the hell was going on? What had I done wrong?
"Oh, something matched."
He appeared directly in front of me, and I screamed like a girl. Got over it quick though. I was pissed and I wanted answers.
"What is this shit? I wished to win the lottery so make me with the fucking lottery already!"
"But you did win. You win three dollars or another play. I'd suggest taking the money, Jared. I think your luck has run out."