I generally avoid prompts that suggest writing very short stories. They’re hard. But I sucked it up and did it today.

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Held tightly, the lottery ticket took on her body heat. Enough to pay off the credit card. Enough for shoes without a hole.

Enough for some breathing room.

Not much for most people, she supposed, but enough for her.

The numbers had come up, one after the other. She couldn’t believe her eyes as they matched.

She had known she only needed to keep buying them and her time would come.

She stepped out the door, on her way to validate the ticket, and the wind delicately plucked the ticket from her hand. It spun up, above, and away.