Doremus had caught the train just in time, now if he was lucky, he would slip under the radar of the conductor.
He was not a lucky man.
“I need to buy a one way ticket to New York,” Doremus said reluctantly handing over the money. His face stung from the sunburn, and his nails had been cut to the quick.
Doremus hadn’t been able to find a clean shirt, and was wearing a nightshirt instead. People stared.
“I smell a winner,” smiled the old woman seated across from him.
“Pardon?”
“Life is filled with sprouts and spots; raise your chances by casting lots!” A mephitic odor rose from her toothless mouth.
“I don’t follow,” Doremus scooted away from her, but she kept babbling.
“Pick ‘em right, or pick ‘em wrong, you’ll keep picking all day long!” She nodded knowingly. She knew she had piqued Doremus’ interest.
“Is it some type of lottery?”
“Decide for yourself!” She cried, opening the Emergency exit to push him to the waiting tracks.
Doremus, as I said, was not a lucky man.
But, he was a real winner.
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I have breached 200 ficlets with 1400 comments, and I want to celebrate with a challenge!
I heard the line “I smell a winner…
A sequel to I Smell A Winner Challenge
About the author
Laine the Grey
At a charming little cattle farm, near a pretty deadly lake
I am now officially in the League of Awesomeness as The Sarcastic Scribe
There are those who say that life is like a book, with chapters for each event in your life and a limited number of pages on which you can spend your time. But I prefer to think that a book is like life, particularly a good one, which is well worth staying up all night to finish. —Lemony Snicket
Books I am Currently Reading
Breakfast At Tiffany’s by Truman Capote
Suite Française by Irène Némirovsky
City of Ember by Jeane DuPrau
As it were, summer is drawing to a close…This year, I am undertaking AP English and a potentially useless year of gym…
So, if I’m not on Ficlets as much as I used to be, deal with it.
Most of my Ficlets are inspired by books, Billy Joel, or Jack Johnson songs.
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“Good night, my angel, now it’s time to sleep and save these questions for another day. I think I know what you were going to ask”—“Lullabye (Goodnight, My Angel)”, Billy Joel (Part of the Billy Joel Posse with T. F. Torrey, pens&feathers, and BARomero.)
Published on July 16, 2008.
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