My luck is changing. I know it. I can feel it, like a cool wind blowing after a heatwave.
You see, my life has been hard. Oh, of course everyone’s life is hard. I get that. And I’m not trying to start up a competition, truly I’m not, so I won’t list my difficulties here. You’ll just have to trust me.
But I digress. My terrible life is turning around because not only did I recently gain employment after being on the dole for fifteen years, I also am holding not one, but two, winning lottery tickets. You’d never believe it, but I am the sole winner for two jackpots: Saturday night’s 20 million, and Thursday’s $30 million.
I haven’t got the winnings in my account yet. But I’ve already planned to buy a home, and another one, plus a holiday apartment in Noosa. I’m going to give my family a mill or so, and some to my best friend. And once this bloody virus is under control, I’m going on a holiday.
But the best part, the reason I really know my life is on the up-and-up, is that yesterday—and this is before I knew about winning the lottery TWICE—I got a hug from my long-lost school buddy.
So yeah. Good time are mine now.
Note: This is a work of fiction (although I do have two as-yet unchecked lottery tickets).