A Matter of Chance
Philip was a number nerd. He especially loved prime numbers and playing the lottery. He did not believe in luck.
“You make your own luck,” was his mantra.
Indeed, he believed the assertion that the lottery was a matter of chance was a rumour established to fool the public into believing everyone had an equal chance of winning. He knew this to be a lie.
“It’s a fool’s game,” was his mother’s mantra, but Philip knew it was the public that were fools.
Once he discovered how to win, he would be a zillionaire. He would go on a world cruise, buy a house (nothing too big), a car (nothing too flashy), but not a boat – that was too hackneyed – but there was so much else he would do.
So, he analysed and analysed. He started to see patterns. It was definitely not chance. He bought a few tickets, thinking he would win, but no. He analysed more.
He bought a ticket and won. He leapt with joy.
“Here I come world cruise!”
But what if the website was wrong? He needed confirmation. He dashed to his front door and flung it open. The news agent was directly opposite. He stepped onto the pavement and was struck by a cyclist. His head hit the curb. Philip died instantly.
“What are the chances?” wondered his mother, sadly.
