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March 27
They wanted me to join them, as usual. Don’t ask me why. These people, with whom I shared nothing but cubicle proximity, were eager. They were frauds. I didn’t like them. They didn’t like me. This was obvious. But they kept asking me to do stuff. “Wanna grab lunch?” “Hey, D-wayne, we’re hitting happy hour, you comin’ with?”
I did not understand this manner of speech. No, I was not “comin’ with”. They wanted me around to make fun of me. My glasses. My books. I knew it. Whenever I accepted, it was to get them to leave me alone. That was my intention when they asked me to go in on lottery tickets. I gave them my five dollars and hoped.
March 28
“Tonight’s the drawing, D-wayne? Powerball to quit Powerball, baby! We’ll all retire from the limp dick business for good.”
I don’t know why they separated my name, pronouncing it Dee-wain. Don’t know why they called me ‘baby.’ We worked in telesales, taking orders for a male enhancement pill: Powerball. The lottery we played had the same name. They thought this was hilarious. “So, ironic,” they said. I have a Bachelor’s degree in Philosophy. With honors. They wouldn’t know irony if it hock spit in their cereal.
April 1
We won. Twenty million split four ways. Five million for me. That was the breakdown. My co-workers threw a party. Champagne. Big crowd. Hookers with fat asses. I didn’t go. I like my hookers petite.
April 15
The State called today. At its discretion, I had to agree to a press conference. If not, the win would be forfeited. Everyone had to stand together on television, answer questions, hold a six-foot cardboard check.
“Keep it,” I told the State.
“I beg your pardon.”
“Keep it. Forget it. I’m not standing with them.”
“Your friends?”
“They are not my friends.”
“It’s five million dollars. You bought the ticket with the other winners.”
“I was indulging them. And winners is a major overstatement.”
Under its breath, the State called me crazy. It told me to suit myself. It hung up.
April 16
Today, no one asked me to join them on a coffee run.
Eric McKinley is a Philadelphian. He is soon to finish an MFA in Fiction at Rosemont College. He writes a story every now and again. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in various print and online journals. Samplings can be found at www.ericmckinleyfiction.com.
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11 Responses to “POWERBALL • by Eric McKinley”
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September 5th, 2010 at 2:27 am
This is a great idea for a longer piece of fiction, giving a chance for the MC to be made really creepy.
Even so, this piece reads well and gives insight into the lonely / solitary mind.
September 5th, 2010 at 3:12 am
A guy who knows how to put his winnings to good use. Great stuff!
September 5th, 2010 at 4:28 am
What a great story!
September 5th, 2010 at 7:11 am
Really? Grit his teeth and keep the five million and he’d never have to see those people again. Buy any friends he wanted.
Great character development.
September 5th, 2010 at 7:16 am
Something tells me even though he didn’t like thos idiots, he missed the attention of being asked out to cofee. Your main character is great, very intelligent, unafraid to say what he wants and sort of a jerk. My type of guy, j/k.
September 5th, 2010 at 9:48 am
4 ****
Coulda called it “”Options”"
Cut off your nose to spite your face
Interesting story
Shows the “Good Sense” that
a degree gives a person.
Haaa Haaa
September 5th, 2010 at 10:34 am
I thought this was hilarious. The guy knows his priorities. D-wayne? Comin with? It’s worth $5 million not to have to hear that again.
September 5th, 2010 at 9:17 pm
A male enhancement drug called “Powerball”? HAHAHAHAHA! Brilliant!
September 8th, 2010 at 5:54 pm
The guy doesn’t have good sense. Take the five million and run. The guy has a degree in philosophy and this is how the story reads, a philosophical story. It’s a fantasy. The story is well written, but it’s a philosophical argument. I forgot who said it but a movie maker once said, if you want to send a message use Western Union.
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