"An old man turned 98, he won the lottery and died the next day"
John woke up around eight in the morning, he looked out of his window as he lay there in
his hospital bed. He had got used to the pain, the digging in his side, it was as if he
was repeatedly being hit with a baseball bat. He would lye there staring out of the same
window, looking at the same buildings, thinking the same things.
His grand daughter and her son would visit him every Saturday. He enjoyed their company,
apart from them the only people he had to talk to were the nurses that would come to see
how he was and bring him his food.
Today was Saturday, John was 98 today, all the doctors and nurses had been saying how
good he looked for his age. He had been waiting all day for his grand daughter and her
son to arrive. Sure enough they did, His grand daughter brought him some flowers and his
grandson, James who was six years old, bought him a box of chocolates. They both wished
him Happy Birthday and sat down next to him. John thanked them both for the presents as
he put them on the table next to his bed. They talked about how James was getting on at
school and how John's grand daughter was doing at work. John remembered that he needed to
get his lottery ticket, he asked his daughter to get it for him. They joked about it
being a waste of money and even if they tried they would not be able to spend that much
money. She left James talking to John as she went off to buy the ticket. John told James
about the time he used to be a pilot in the RAF James was fascinated by these stories, He
wanted to be a pilot too someday. A short while later, John's grand daughter arrived with
his lottery ticket. She told him that she had recived a call on her mobile phone and she
was needed at work. They told him that they would see him soon and they were sorry that
they had to go so soon. So they both left, it was times like this when john felt lonely.
It was as if he was in prison, he could not go anywhere or do anything. Hours passed as
John watched the daytime T.V. in the ward. He could never hear what was being said
because of the noise from the kitchen and the other people in the ward talking. It was a
quarter to eight and the national lottery had just started. Dale Winton was presenting
the show, he introduced the various guests and then Mystic Meg made her predictions. John
waited for the draw machine to start to move, He clenched onto his ticket and the numbers
came out, one by one he crossed them of his ticket. He realised that he had all the
numbers and had won the lottery. He lay there thinking about all the extravagant things
he would do with the money. He decided that he would be sensible and not splash out on
expensive items, well not yet anyway. He put the ticket in his draw underneath his book.
He would tell his daughter tomorrow. John fell asleep dreaming about his riches. When the
morning came, the nurse came to Johns bed. She looked at him that she contacted the main
office. They then phoned his daughter to tell her the bad news. John had died in his
sleep.
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