Mad Dogs, Sense and Luck

Flash Fiction

Franton’s lottery numbers were written on a ripped piece of cigarette carton.

Stepping off the porch, Belly watched lightning spiderweb across the sky.

He folded the paperboard with the numbers written on it, jammed it in his front pocket, and sprinted toward Sami V’s Keg & Liquor, two blocks north, next to the Praise The Savior Laundromat.

Belly had been …