A short story using the words ‘day’ and ‘before’

He sat in his favourite winged armchair with his early morning cup of tea on the table beside him, thinking deep thoughts. ‘What if he hadn’t given into the impulse to go to the village shop on Wednesday? What would his friends and neighbours say about him now? No one would treat him the same way ever again. They would look at him with different eyes.

He thought of his friends at the Working Men’s Club where they had played billiards and darts for years chatting over pints of beer. That would all change now. He wouldn’t be able to go anywhere without somebody whispering about him. Life would be so different and how would he cope at his age? What to do? Should he run away and live somewhere else where no one knew him? That way, he thought at least he might be left in peace.

It was the day before that the news had come when he had gone back to the village shop.

Irrationally, laughter began to bubble up inside of him as he looked again at the piece of paper in his hand which confirmed that he had won millions on the National Lottery Draw.

© 2022 Mary Bishop