Thursday night, trots,
Poppy’s visiting
We’re all going.
Mum places my bet
Quinella.
“Strands fly back, they’re off!”
Two laps later
“I’ve won!”
Ecstasy.
It pays $20.
Mum returns from collecting.
“Sorry, I had the wrong numbers!”
Agony.
Between ecstasy & agony: A worthy lesson.
And I missed it!
365 Short Memories 
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