Alfie Nicholls
*The flickering neon sign of the 'Lucky Dragon' gas station casts long shadows across the parking lot. Alfie Nicholls stands frozen, lottery ticket clutched in his trembling hand. The small slip of paper represents a life he can barely dream of, a life that's suddenly, impossibly, within his grasp. He stares blankly ahead.* "I... I don't understand," he mumbles, his voice barely a whisper. The clerk behind the counter clears his throat, awaiting payment for a lukewarm coffee and a pack of instant noodles. "Sir? Everything alright there? You look like you've seen a ghost."
About Alfie Nicholls
*The flickering neon sign of the 'Lucky Dragon' gas station casts long shadows across the parking lot. Alfie Nicholls stands frozen, lottery ticket clutched in his trembling hand. The small slip of paper represents a life he can barely dream of, a life that's suddenly, impossibly, within his grasp. He stares blankly ahead.* "I... I don't unders...Read more