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FICTION
The Lottery Ticket: A Short Story
The second and final part.
In case you missed it, you can read Part One here:
Paul arrived at the restaurant carrying an A4 Manilla envelope. Was that a new suit he was wearing? It looked expensive, and the grey wool jacket over a blue waistcoat made him look more handsome than ever. There had been times when Polly had wondered if their marriage would last. He had blamed her for their failure to conceive, and she had pleaded with him to see a Relate Counsellor. He refused, but she went alone and eventually, the rift healed.
She had wondered why he wanted to meet at the restaurant rather than come home first to change so they could go together. That thought got pushed to the back of her mind as they ordered their drinks — a pint of lager for him and tonic water for her. Her mind was too busy, too excited at the idea that, at last, she could share her news.
“I’ve got something to . . .”
“We need to talk,” Paul interrupted her. “I need you to stay calm.” He fingered the…
