A pathetic stench wafted over the gas station lot. I finished pumping then walked through a labyrinth of vacant eyes. The soulless figures emerging from the store were zombies. Each held lottery tickets.
We take a break from Helene, Violet’s dad and 100 word song to bring you a real life horror story. I drove my sweet teenage daughter (newly named to her high school varsity cheerleading team) to her other family in almost South Carolina. I stopped twice for gas and drinks. I watched madness in the form of Mega Millions lottery players swarming the parking lots and gas station stores. It’s sad and scary. I’ve never played the lottery. God bless those who do. This is a real life horror story that should terrify you, if you still have your soul. It’s also in response to my buddies at Trifecta Writing – For this weekend’s challenge, we’re using an idea from one of our regular contributors, MOV from Word Cut. She emailed us with the following suggestion:
“Write a horror story in 33 words, without the words blood, scream, died, death, knife, gun, or kill. Good luck.”
Today’s song is from the sardonic, ironic, and brilliant deep mind of New Radicals Greg Alexander. Here’s You Get What You Give. Think about it.