Every year, the small nameless village holds a lottery; they’ve done so for as long as anyone can remember, and it is well known that the results always help the harvest. Sure, there’s word that nearby villages are discontinuing the practice, but not here. It’s for the harvest you see, and the village, and it’s a very festive kind of day; heck, even the children get involved, piling up stones into neat little piles…. There is a reason that to this day, “The Lottery” is […]
“The morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day; the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green.”
The Lottery by Shirley Jackson
