Busted

The strangest things happen beneath the light of a full moon.

The strangest things happen beneath the light of a full moon.

Daily Prompt: You’re a Winner!

“Good luck!” snickered the quick stop attendant before bagging my package of mini powdered doughnuts  and ibuprofen. I grab my styrofoam cup of black coffee and head out the door into the cold December air taking in the smell of the alfalfa fields and the cow manure; the scent of daybreak in the central valley. If only it was that easy, I thought, to buy good fortune at the quick stop. Change the whole game with a $5.00 quick pick. A $5.00 dream. I dry mouth two ibuprofen with a grimace and hope the coffee and pain reliever will work some magic on the brutal effects of last night’s happy hour. The kind of happy hour that stretches far beyond an hour and only leads to regrets, splitting headaches, and if my timing is off then maybe even another mouth to feed. My timing is always off. That’s why I think the quick pick is a good idea. I’m due for some good luck for a change. Over due in fact.

I wash down the last sugary bite of donut with an acrid gulp of coffee, straighten my embroidered golden arches visor that smells like a billion meals served daily and notice my bloodshot eyes staring back at me in the rear view.

I remember that day vividly and wish I could go back in time. I would have ripped up that stupid ticket. The one time I get a glimpse of lady luck she’s driving by in a beat up sedan aiming a pistol in my direction. Figures.  Some people are just born to lose. Even when they’re winning they’re losing. That’s me.

I may have inherited the jackpot but I never knew there were so many strings attached. Like the countless people familiar and strange that fall from the trees, some pleading most demanding a handout. Then there’s the blitz of media attention revealing to every desperate soul my full name and address; too tempting for some to resist robbing me blind when I’m away. Drinking has become my only escape. I drink for free and feel anonymous at the casino where I have become a regular. Gambling consumes me, my better judgment blurred in countless cocktail glasses. No more need for ibuprofen, I find that if I’m continually drunk there’s never a hang over to stave off. I lost my job, my home, and worst of all my teenage son to a drug overdose.

I won the lottery. My life will never be the same.

 

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  1. June 12, 2014 at 9:58 am

    Reblogged this on Square One Notes and commented:

    Here’s a flash of fiction I wrote awhile back. The prompt was something like, “you won the lottery, tell us what you do next.” I like the darker side of fiction so there’s your warning. I do hope you like it. xoxo,
    Sandra

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  2. June 12, 2014 at 10:06 am

    Wow, this is some powerful writing, Sandra. Well done.

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    • June 13, 2014 at 2:24 pm

      Thank you for reading and pausing to comment John! I do appreciate your company.

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  3. June 12, 2014 at 10:17 am

    Really well done. Gritty and probably not to far from the truth for some sadly.

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    • June 13, 2014 at 2:25 pm

      Thank you so much for reading and sharing your thoughts Jules!

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  4. June 12, 2014 at 10:38 am

    Good job. Reminds me of those lottery shows that reveal how most winners destroyed their lives. I would HATE to win and have people know. BTW, in case you DO win, I don’t want anything except a few LIKES during your downtime. 🙂

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    • June 13, 2014 at 2:27 pm

      That’s where my mind always goes when I hear about those poor “winners.” It sounds like it rarely ends well for any of them. Hey thanks pal, same goes for me. You always make me smile.

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  5. June 12, 2014 at 11:44 am

    Brilliantly written. I love ‘The Dark Side’
    Bravo!

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    • June 13, 2014 at 2:29 pm

      That is high praise Lance, thank you! I appreciate that you took the time to read and share your thoughts. The dark side haunts me, but I rather like it too!

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  6. June 12, 2014 at 2:01 pm

    Very well written and while it may be a little dark, it also is the experience of many lottery winners from what we’ve heard. I really enjoyed it.

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    • June 13, 2014 at 2:33 pm

      Pleasure to meet you Crimson! Thank you so much for your feedback. This really isn’t creative at all unfortunately it is a common occurrence for many “winners.” Like a cruel joke, isn’t it?

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  7. June 13, 2014 at 1:56 pm

    If you do win, sis Sandra, you and Erik and Oliva can come hide in Syracuse with Karen and I. No strings and only the beer and wine we want to drink. 🙂

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    • June 13, 2014 at 2:37 pm

      On the lam in Syracuse at la casa Beels, sounds great! Same goes here Bro. If my east coast familia ever needs to come in for a landing, you’ll always find safe harbor here to wait out the storm. Likewise, help yourself to the tequila, cerveza, and/or vino.

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  8. June 14, 2014 at 3:13 am

    love it!!

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