Lotteryist Week 9

She had huge brown eyes, Hershey Kiss soft and chocolately . The little girl, maybe eight years old, came to the counter just as the clerk took my number sheet. I felt her solemn eyes on us as he took my $3.00 and entered my special numbers into the magic lottery machine. I smiled at…

Lotteryist Week 6

The new clerk was working again this week. And again, it took three tries to get my numbers put in correctly. It makes me feel good about my town that in a week she had such little practice that the lottery machine is still a challenge. Maybe we aren’t such get-rich-with-no-effort people after all. I…

Lotteryist Week 3

The guys at my personal Lottery Central know me now. Both were there Saturday afternoon. Maybe 3 pm is shift changing time. The guy from last week held the door open for me and told me to watch out for the wet floor. The guy who helped me the first week smiled and ask how…