The Broken Rosary
Sherry MarshmallowMarriageFamily EmotionsCrimeIndependenceScumbagBiasPlot TwistsMelodramaticBizarre
My husband and I scratched off a five-million-dollar lottery ticket at a lottery shop.
Before we even had time to celebrate, the rosary I had worn since childhood suddenly snapped, a single bead cracking clean off the chain.
Without another word, I grabbed him and tried to buy tickets that very night to flee back to the southwestern mountains.
The lottery shop owner stared at me in shock. My husband clung to the metal shutter and roared, "Have you lost your mind?"
But I gripped that broken wooden bead tightly.
"We leave now."
My husband flung my hand away, his eyes bloodshot.
"I'm claiming this prize today. If you dare run, we're getting divorced!"
I nodded without hesitation.
"Fine. The five million, plus the used car at home, all go to you. I'll leave with nothing...
"But tonight, I have to leave this city."