Jimmy burst through the back door holding the ticket aloft in his hand.
“Mum, I got it, I’ve got us a ticket,” he announced triumphantly.
“Oh you are a clever boy, now let’s hope it’s a winner shall we?” said his mum feasting her eyes on the prized ticket.
“We’re gonna win mum, I know we are.”
“It would be nice Jimmy but we mustn’t jump the gun. There will be a lot of other people all hoping just like us.”
“If we win mum what would you do with it? It’s a lot of money if we win.”
“I’m sure we’d think of a few things,” said his mother her mind already racing towards making decisions she never imagined she’d have to make. Oh to pay a few bills, to ease the burden financially on the household would be such a bonus and get the family away from the hand to mouth existence they currently experienced.
“You know what I’d do mum?” said Jimmy
“What dear, what would you do?”
“I’d buy you a bread maker so you wouldn’t have to get up at dawn each day and knead the dough. I always feel you are going to wear out your arms you put so much effort into it.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you Jimmy but making the bread each day is what I’ve always done, it’s a part of my routine. But I’ve seen those bread makers and it would make a difference but I wonder if it made bread as well as I do?”
“The other thing I’d do I buy us a new car,” said Jimmy.
“That would be nice too but old Blossom is still getting us there and back you know. She’d be hard to part with.”
And so the conversation went on. The ticket was by now attached to the door of the refrigerator on show for all the family to see, their one big chance to strike it lucky.
The ticket stayed there after the draw. A reminder of what might have been. Their number not even close to the ticket number that won.
As their mother reminded them, it was nice to dream and plan, if just for a little bit and having a ticket gave them that opportunity for a touch of excitement in their lives.