Prompt # 322 - "Lost a Winning Lottery Ticket"
The redhead sat hunched over on the carpet, scratching away at a piece of paper on the coffee table. The penny she held between her pointed fingernails was becoming caked in dark grey filaments as she scratched at the ticket. With every number she uncovered, her eyes grew wider and wider, she had memorized the winning numbers she saw on the television and was discovering that, so far, the numbers were matching up.
The redhead's roommate, Jamie, walked out of the room down the hall, rubbing a towel on her head, a fluffy bathrobe wrapped 'round her form. "Hey, Camille, didn't you say you had to-"
"Oh my God!" Camille shouted and jumped up from the floor with the ticket in her hand, "Holy shit! HOLY SH- Jamie!! Jamie I won the fucking lottery!" She bounded to her friend and almost knocked her down with her frantic hug of joy.
"What?! Oh my God, you did?" They hugged and laughed crazily and as the heart-thumping happiness began to wear off, they walked around the entire apartment, discussing who they were going to tell about Camille's fortune.
The girls sat at the kitchen table, and just breathed. Jamie sat up fast,
"Well, you gotta call the lottery dude and tell him you won, mail 'em your ticket or something."
"Right, let me get the phone. This is gonna be great!" Camille got up from the table and snatched the phone off the kitchen counter. She reached into her coat pocket and felt nothing. "Oh sh-! Where's the ticket?!
"You lost it?!" They looked at each other with wide eyes and Jamie got up so quick her chair fell back.
"Check the living room!" Camille cried and they hurried off to separate parts of the apartment and scrambled to find the ticket. Jamie ripped the pillows off the couch and lifted the cushions, she checked under the coffee table and on top of the TV. Camille was in the bedrooms pulling back sheets and checking the dresser tops. They looked into every crevice of the place and stood, defeated back in the kitchen. Camille leaned against the fridge and Jamie against the counter. Jamie turned around and gripped the edges of the sink as she looked out the kitchen window,
"I'm sorry, Camy," Jamie sighed, "Maybe it just wasn't meant to be?"
Camille glanced at her friend and did a double take, "My ticket's on your ass!" Camille jumped at Jamie and removed the ticket from Jamie's bath robe belt. She waved it between them and they laughed. "Holy shit..." Camille sighed.
The redhead sat hunched over on the carpet, scratching away at a piece of paper on the coffee table. The penny she held between her pointed fingernails was becoming caked in dark grey filaments as she scratched at the ticket. With every number she uncovered, her eyes grew wider and wider, she had memorized the winning numbers she saw on the television and was discovering that, so far, the numbers were matching up.
The redhead's roommate, Jamie, walked out of the room down the hall, rubbing a towel on her head, a fluffy bathrobe wrapped 'round her form. "Hey, Camille, didn't you say you had to-"
"Oh my God!" Camille shouted and jumped up from the floor with the ticket in her hand, "Holy shit! HOLY SH- Jamie!! Jamie I won the fucking lottery!" She bounded to her friend and almost knocked her down with her frantic hug of joy.
"What?! Oh my God, you did?" They hugged and laughed crazily and as the heart-thumping happiness began to wear off, they walked around the entire apartment, discussing who they were going to tell about Camille's fortune.
The girls sat at the kitchen table, and just breathed. Jamie sat up fast,
"Well, you gotta call the lottery dude and tell him you won, mail 'em your ticket or something."
"Right, let me get the phone. This is gonna be great!" Camille got up from the table and snatched the phone off the kitchen counter. She reached into her coat pocket and felt nothing. "Oh sh-! Where's the ticket?!
"You lost it?!" They looked at each other with wide eyes and Jamie got up so quick her chair fell back.
"Check the living room!" Camille cried and they hurried off to separate parts of the apartment and scrambled to find the ticket. Jamie ripped the pillows off the couch and lifted the cushions, she checked under the coffee table and on top of the TV. Camille was in the bedrooms pulling back sheets and checking the dresser tops. They looked into every crevice of the place and stood, defeated back in the kitchen. Camille leaned against the fridge and Jamie against the counter. Jamie turned around and gripped the edges of the sink as she looked out the kitchen window,
"I'm sorry, Camy," Jamie sighed, "Maybe it just wasn't meant to be?"
Camille glanced at her friend and did a double take, "My ticket's on your ass!" Camille jumped at Jamie and removed the ticket from Jamie's bath robe belt. She waved it between them and they laughed. "Holy shit..." Camille sighed.
