But he loved his Mrs. so didn’t counter delusion with sensible logic.
At a bodega on the border of despair, he chose the wiser “pay over time” option. Leaving, he chuckled. A grubby hand stretched his way. A
woman? Feeling magnanimous, he said, “Share the dream,” and let the hand select one of the fluttering tickets. He ignored the inquiry of
how he could be reached when “they” won.
Mrs. was envious of the polished woman who held the large pasteboard check days later. Chester could not see her hands and so never knew how the odds had worked.
© Copyright 2016 Geanora D. Bonner. All rights reserved.
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Not exactly straight but out of Compton and almost to Portland (OR), Geanora D. Bonner has always written. For more than 40 years she approached writing like a timid woman in a demure one-piece preparing to swim at a public beach in July. Now she is trying to be more like the 300-pound man in a Speedo plunging into the pond on New Year’s Day.
2 thoughts on “Chester Wintersnap Knew the Odds & He Was No Gambler by Geanora D. Bonner”
Ah, he never thought it would happen. Perhaps more magnanimous than he wanted to be.
Although very short this story sent a wave of emotion through me. I would like to know his true feelings after the lady won. I wonder if he would have been extremely livid as I would have been.