Rise From The Ashes: The Rebirth of San Antonio (Countdown to Armageddon Book 3)

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by Darrell Maloney


  Oops.

  But luckily Hannah wasn’t mad. She was way too excited.

  “Did you hear about Joe’s store?” she asked him.

  He answered with a bit of apprehension. “No. Did they get robbed again? Is he okay?”

  “Oh, yeah, I’d say so! I heard on the news that they sold the winning ticket to the Powerball drawing. Somebody won over two hundred million dollars after taxes. And it’s somebody that lives right here in San Angelo. Wouldn’t it be cool if it’s somebody we know?”

  “Baby, hold on a minute.”

  Mark put the phone down and took out his wallet. The ticket he had purchased on Sunday night wasn’t there. Crap! Did he leave it on the counter at the store? Did some cretin come up behind him and pick it up?

  He instinctively felt his pants pockets, even though he knew he wasn’t wearing the same jeans he had on Sunday night.

  Then, on the floorboard of the passenger side of his ride, he saw a lonely piece of paper. And he remembered that damn dog.

  He picked up the ticket, then the phone.

  “Honey, don’t freak out,” he said. “But I bought you a ticket on Sunday night and forgot to give it to you. Would you go on line and see what the winning numbers are and read them to me?”

  The next thirty seconds lasted twenty years.

  Hannah came back on the line and said “Okay, here goes. 13, 25, 26, 44, 57, and the Powerball is 18.”

  Mark’s chest actually started to hurt, and he felt faint. In his mind’s eye, he saw Redd Foxx playing Fred Sanford, holding his chest and saying “This is it. It’s the big one…”

  But Mark wasn’t having a heart attack. Mark was experiencing how it felt to find out that you were suddenly a multi-millionaire.

  Hannah didn’t believe him, of course. She thought he was playing one of his dumb practical jokes. She met him at the door as he walked in and presented her the ticket as a new father might present his first born to a hospital nursery visitor.

  “Be careful,” he said. “Don’t damage it or tear it or sneeze on it.”

  The next day was Friday, and Hannah insisted on getting up and going to work. Even though she only got an hour’s worth of sleep. Mark stayed behind in bed, telling her just to call in and say “Go to hell, you bastards. I’m rich!”

  But Hannah was a scientist and an honorable one at that. She was above doing such a thing. She’d wait until her boss pissed her off. Then she’d tell the bastards to go to hell.

  When they parted that morning, both of them were on cloud nine. They’d spent most of the night talking about all the great things they’d do with their new fortune. They laughed when they thought of sour old Reverend Samuels, and how he might actually crack a smile when they presented him with a tithe check for ten percent of their winnings.

  They talked about which European countries they’d visit first, and even considered buying their own Caribbean Island.

  Yes, when they parted that morning, neither had a care in the world.

  What a difference a day makes.

 

 

 


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