Lottery“Annie, did you hear what I said?”
I gazed out over the charred landscape, what I could see of it through the clouds of smoke from the still-burning fires.
“I said: we’re losing altitude.”
I knew all the implications of those three words. Anxiously, I fingered the chips in my pocket, momentarily enjoying the plastic *clink* they made when they fell against each other before the sound turned my stomach.
His hand on my shoulder. “Annie, there are no other options. It’s simple mathematics.”
“I know.” Turning, I passed him without making eye contact and walked toward the children’s quarters.
Man, it feels good to write something again! I like to turn this into a longer story, but I'm pleased with what I was able to do within the word limit.