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A Hundred and Ticket
So Aviva shows me this complicated game she's devised, involving whacking this big yellow ball (as big as she is) so it caroms chaotically off chairs and tables and ends up somewhere in the room.
Aviva: "And see, it tells you how old you are."
Me: "Really?"
Aviva: "Yes. Like, if it ends up here, you are a hundred and ticket."
Me: "A hundred and ticket? What's that?"
Aviva: "That's the biggest number."
Me: "Really?"
Aviva: "Yes. If you get to be a hundred and ticket and one, you die."
Me: (stunned silence)
Aviva: "On your birthday."
Unless it’s an express ticket.
Posted by: David Moles at January 21, 2005 12:35 PMThen what happens? You die before your birthday?
Posted by: Benjamin Rosenbaum at January 21, 2005 04:31 PMI think with the express you don't need to be a hundred and ticket, just ticket.
Posted by: David Moles at January 21, 2005 06:37 PMOn reflect, what I like best about this story is the “And see...” in “And see, it tells how old you are.”
Posted by: David Moles at January 21, 2005 08:16 PM"And see," is definitely the key to its beauty. I want to see what Aviva is seeing.
