LITTLE DICKS BIG PAY

It was a normal day. Starting off just like always...straight to the bathroom. Dick always drank his coffee up til he went to bed. So naturally he was about to burst when he woke up.

Dick was the son of Richard & Kathy Bloomer. Being a jr, folks always just called him "little Dick" It would be safe to assume little Dick caught a lot of grief about his name growing up.

The Bloomers managed life just above poverty. They never did seem to mind being of a lower class income household. They always said that "love is the most valuable quality to have in life". Big Dick, as his coworkers, friends, & family called him; worked as a maintenance man for an owner of a lower class motel. The owner was an immigrant from Pakistan. That man was tighter than an Orca's orifice. I personally believe he could make a penny bleed.

Little Dick wasn't what you would call an honor roll student. In fact, he was just barely able to graduate high school with a D average. Little Dick was however a hard worker. On weekends while growing up he was usually found by his fathers side, helping him make repairs and the like. So naturally little Dick knew the ins & outs of the motel where he spent so much time growing up.

After graduation, Dick went to the owner of the motel with hopes of working out an arrangement for a place to live out on his own. The owner was reluctant, but eventually gave up a room for little Dick in exchange for 25 free hours of work each week.

Now that he had his place to live figured out, he needed a paying job so he could afford to eat, and hopefully save up money for a car. Dick spent all his free time all week long looking for employment just trying to survive. He got a couple small jobs, just enough to get by for a couple weeks without starving or going back to his parents. Little Dick wasn't the brights guy around, but he sure was proud to be out on his own.

It was Dicks third week out on his own. While he was doing some repairs, he noticed a couple young ladies at the office; presumably looking to rent a room. After a moment or two of admiring the view, Dick continued his task of repairing the damaged automatic security light that got destroyed the night before. Folks were always fighting and carrying on around this place.

It must have been around 2:00 a.m. Dick was woke up by a loud "bang". He thought to himself..."that sounded like a gun shot". Moments later, he could hear the sirens approaching. He got out of bed and dressed himself, fearing the worst. Sure enough, when he opened his door; the parking lot was nearly full with ambulances and police cars.

Apparently, the two young ladies he couldn't help from noticing earlier had in fact rented a room. Turned out, one of them was trying to get out of an abusive relationship, only to be tracked down by her estranged lover.

The news article read that the ex lover had apparently tracked her down using an app he secretly installed on her cell phone. In his rage, he kicked the door in and found the two women in bed together, and just started shooting. The ex lover ended his own life in his fit of rage.

After the police investigation, the room was released back to the owner so he could go about making repairs and cleaning up all that was left behind. Naturally, the owner called on little Dick to do the dirty work.

It took little Dick some time to mentally prepare for such a chore. After all... he just couldn't understand how someone could do such a thing. However, he knew it was his responsibility as on site maintenance to deal with such a thing.

During his chore of cleaning up, he noticed a lottery ticket under the mattress. Dated for the Friday night that this horrible act was carried out. Little Dick may not be the brightest crown in the box, but he certainly wasn't stupid. He put the ticket in his pocket and proceeded to finish the job.

The next day after he woke, and got his coffee going; he remembered the ticket. As he sat with his first cup of coffee he googled the winning numbers...his heart nearly stopped. He had the winning numbers for that week. Ten million dollars. He sat and thought how close that beautiful young lady had come to having the life she most likely dreamed of.

Little Dick never did tell anyone where he got the ticket. He just bought his parents a new house and set them up with a four million dollar bank account. His mother later told him how she never realized how much more fun spreading love was with plenty of money.

Little Dick settled down somewhere on the Gulf coast with a motel of his own to run.

THE END