art by ShotHot Design
R is for Raffle
by Tim Pratt, Jenn Reese, Heather Shaw, Greg van Eekhout
The raffle at the spring fair always had the usual sort of prizes--canned hams, dinner for two at Monty's, a new black-and-white TV for the grand prize--before Serena Draffin came in last year and said she wanted to donate her life. "It's perfectly good, and there's still a lot of use in it," she told me, "but I just don't want it anymore." Being in charge of the raffle is an important responsibility, and I take it seriously, but our first rule is never to turn down any donation that might make a decent prize, what with one man's trash being another's treasure. So I agreed, and Serena wrote it all down on a little sheet of paper so we'd have something to hand over to the winner. We did the drawing at the end of the night, and I was sad that I wasn't allowed to take part, what with me being the one running the show, because I'd always thought Serena's husband Doyle was a handsome man with kind eyes, and she had a lovely home on Willoughby Street besides. But it was old Mrs. Harrigan, the widow, who won Serena's life, and to his credit Doyle was gracious about her stepping into his wife's place. Serena was last seen on a train heading southbound out of town, without a bit of luggage, and the railway conductor said she looked radiant.