Hounds of Atlantis
Published by Mike Suttons at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 Alexander Bunny
Papa Toc's convenience store, on the corner of Salem and Arkham. Home of booze, candy, soda and of course lottery tickets.
Give me a lotto ticket too. This is really just shorthand for the phrase, I would like to donate this money to the state in exchange for that fancy slip of of colored that I will hold as proof of my inability to grasp basic concepts in high school mathematics! The state takes your dollar, it goes into a giant pool with all the rest, and members of the senate frolic around in the giant money pile. Every now and again someone defies the odds and the state cuts them a check.
When your chances are about the same as those of getting hit by a lightning bolt cast by the wizard riding the asteroid that destroys your home right on the day of the celebration of your triumph winning the US presidential election after running your slightly controversial Death to America campaign.
But some people do win.
Fueling the dream of vast riches.
That one day it will be you to walk away with that golden ticket worth a hundred million dollars. Fifty million after taxes. They give with one hand and take with the other.