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Numbers
Josh always watched the lottery alone, his door locked to keep out his roommates. He’d been playing the same number for ten years, and after writing down Saturday’s numbers, he checked his ticket against them ten times. He had thought if the moment ever came he’d scream, maybe dance. Now he sat holding his winning ticket, terrified.$825,000,000.
What on earth would he do with that? And what about when his family and friends came for him? Could he trust anyone any more?
He quickly endorsed the back of the ticket and quietly checked the Internet for tickets to Australia.
From Guest Contributor Ran Walker
Ran is the author of 18 books. He teaches creative writing at Hampton University in Virginia. He can be reached via his website, www.ranwalker.com.
My Constant Inconstant
It is hard to swallow that the sun always beams on someone, when she ignores shining on me. The sun parks behind the clouds on sullen January mornings, knowing, full well, the snow would be whiter and the air, warmer, if it was ambitious enough to burn through molten lead skies.
Wallowing in darkness, with only a feeble moon, I am not the least bit rapturous to know the sun blazes in Australia. Cosmic, coquettish peek-a-boos of partly cloudy days throw me into a dark mood but, in my codependency, I am happy that my constant inconstant keeps coming around.
From Guest Contributor Tim Philippart
Export Business
Suddenly, the company in California I’ve been negotiating with is ready to sign.
This is so important, to say nothing of the many months of work involved; I have to fly there now!
The second I get off the phone from the airline, I phone a good Californian hotel to be sure of a reservation.
Of course the Reservation Clerk wants both my credit card details and residential address. Patiently I spell Brisbane for her and then Australia.
“Aren’t you glad I don’t live in Tallygaroopna or Coonabarabran,” I conclude with a flourish.
“Sir, you have no idea how glad.”
From Guest Contributor Barry O'Farrell
Other stories by Barry O'Farrell have been published by Cyclamens and Swords and 50 Word Stories, even though he is an actor living in Brisbane, Australia.
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