Elevator Ride

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I hate hospitals. As soon as I stepped out from the revolving doors, the stench of cheap disinfectant raging war against thousands of germs infiltrated my nostrils.  While following the poor directions to the elevators, waves of people passed me by in every direction. The ceiling lights were bright, but no one wore a smile to match. The tension in the building was thick. The sense of death and uncertainty in the air combed the hairs on the back of my neck.

I Won the Lotto

I’m not sure if I won the lotto, but I just remembered I bought some quick picks the other night and haven’t even checked the numbers yet. I could very well be a millionaire and don’t even know it. I could be rich. If I’m a winner I’m sure a reporter will ask, “What are you going to do with the money Mr. Vic Louis?” I can’t be like one of those old men that win and say they’re going fishing. So I figure I might as well work on my response and figure out my plan of attack.

I Almost Lost It

I was performing my usual morning rituals and everything was going smoothly. I was on schedule, I wasn’t tired nor was I hungry. Not something I can say every morning. The weather was predicted to be 90 with very little humidity. A beautiful day ahead I thought. However, there was another plan in store for me.