Important Business
She says goodbye to the
shopkeeper
walks outside into the
sunlight
pauses at the litter
bin
to scratch the silver
from a lottery card.
She throws it in the
bin, continues.
At the corner of the
chip shop
she scratches off her
second card,
hunched over like a
beggar with a cigarette.
You can tell by her
face she's won nothing.
She stuffs it in her
pocket, moves on.
At the end of the
gennel, number three;
the flash of sunlight
from her 10p coin
as she chooses which
windows
which three chances to
win.
Frustrated, she
scratches the rest off,
relieved the card
wasn't a winner at all.
Outside her front door
she rests on the
dustbin lid,
scratches off her
fourth and final.
The smile on her face
as she wins a fiver
not enough to escape
the drudgery
but enough for another
card.
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