terror terrific
W O E B E G O N E ; ; ;
Jim, filled with joy,
went away to his Bank
since old days,
with his lottery coupon
in hand
and The List of Winners
he was dancing,
strolling ahead;
he thought:
- now time for
The black-Silver ROLLS ROYCE
he been longing for
since college.
Friend and Bank Manager Mr Mintey
greated him welcome,
happy to serve his old client.
- But Jim, said Mr Mintey
with a very sad voice.
This is not
at all,
the Top Lottery Prize.
Its a quite different number.
----
Jim, almost fainting:
- What! What are you saying....?
/ The End, /
Jim having great problems
with figures;
diagnosis: dyscalculia.
Short story by KYREUS of Sweden
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Written on 2016-10-11 at 14:31
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