I stared at the numbers on the television above the bar and tried not to scream. I knew the numbers by heart because they were the same numbers on the lottery ticket I had purchased earlier that day. I had never bought a lottery ticket before this morning, but I was in a weird spot. A tough spot and thought the ticket couldn’t and wouldn’t do any harm. Throw in a few of my best numbers and get lucky I did. The jackpot was more money I had ever seen in my life and I couldn’t even fathom what I was going to do with it. I didn’t realize what being in the limelight would do to my newfound fame and fortune.
Everything unraveled just as quickly as everything started going well for me. Before I could get a handle on what I could do and where I would go with my winnings, the police arrived at my front door. Arrived at my front door with a conspiracy theory about how the simple fact I won the lottery was a cover-up. A scheme masterminded by me. And no matter what I said or what proof I gave, I was accused of murder. As soon as I found out what I was suspected of doing and who I had supposedly murdered, I knew the whole thing was an elaborate set-up. A very calculated set-up that was spearheaded by my neighbor. My neighbor the minister.
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