The Broken Rosary
One day, half a year later, I went to the town market and passed a lottery shop.
It was packed with noise.
"Boss, give me ten scratch-offs!"
"Ah, so close to the jackpot!"
I stopped and quietly looked at those faces gone feverish over a single number.
Suddenly, a familiar voice flashed through my mind.
"I'm claiming this prize today. If you dare run, we're getting divorced!"
I smiled faintly.
Then I shook my head and turned away.
That five million had once been Daniel Lawson's obsession and my nightmare.
But now, it was nothing.
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