THE LOTTERY FORTUNE
I was ecstatic. My heart felt like it was going out of my rib cage as I parked my car in the driveway of my one-room apartment at Southridge Lane. The place suddenly felt too shabby for my taste and the whole town of Margate suddenly seemed too boring. After all, I was Melvin Hawkins, the newest millionaire in America. The Saturday night lottery draw chose my combination 6-37-41-43-45-47 and made me million richer. My head ached last night thinking of the things I would do with the money. The meager-paid computer programmer at a local software firm was now wealthier than his stupid boss. For once, I had something more than anybody else. I felt like ten feet taller.
It was almost seven o’clock. The day had been exhausting. I was everywhere, making sure everything was straightened out before I leave. Nobody else knew about my luck except the employees at the lottery office. And nobody had to know, not even my greedy mother, who I was sure would go berserk about my fortune. My ex-girlfriend who dumped me two weeks ago also seemed unimportant now. I would face my new life alone. I started packing despite tiredness. Tomorrow I would be across the globe where I would enjoy my fortune. It was the only logical way I could think of to preserve the secrecy of my luck.
I woke up with excitement the next morning. I took a rushed bath and grabbed my suitcase, the sole luggage I got, got into my car and nonchalantly drove to the airport. I hardly noticed the ten-wheeler truck speeding the road that time. I heard a loud bang as the huge vehicle crashed into my car. Then, everything went blank.
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