Seven of Diamonds

He stretched under the covers, the blanket doing little to keep out the cool winter air. As he shifted his legs around he noticed the one big difference: his wife wasn't sleeping beside him. He got up, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a t-shirt to find his wife of nearly two years, Trixie Lulamoon, making some coffee and pancakes for the two of them, her hair an complete mess.

"Morning, love bear." he said

"Morning, Anon." she smiled, love dripping from her words

Anon walked up behind Trixie, putting his arms around her waist and giving her a nice big kiss. It was nearly time for work. He worked long hours at a steel mill while she worked part time as a magician for kids, doing lots of small time gigs then being a barista at night. They both were quite poor, barely being able to afford the mobile home they occupied. But they were far from miserable. Money couldn't always grant happiness, but Trixie sure could. It was a hard life but neither of them resented it for a second. They both had each other and that was more valuable than all the silk sheets and fancy cars put together.

After downing the rest of her coffee, Trixie walks into the shower and strips down, "forgetting" to close the door and doing a little butt shake. She had such a nice ass. As she finishes in the shower, the door still open so he could have a nice, full view of that amazing body, he started to get ready. He laced up his long, steel toed boots, some heavy jeans, and a ratty green button up shirt. Trixie plops right beside him, not bothering to cover an inch of her naked form.

"My, my don't you look handsome?" she said provoctively

Anon giggles, tenderly squeezing her small breasts.

"My handsomeness could never compare to the pure work of art in front of me."

"You are such a tease you know that?"

The two hug each other tight

"I love you, doll."

"I love you, too."

The clock was ticking. What her wouldn't give to spend just a few more minutes with her. Just to take a day off for once. He stood up.

"I'll see you tonight babe. Stay beautiful ok?"

She winks, starting to tie her hair in a ponytail.

"I'll do my best. No promises"

Anon opened the door of his tiny little abode, the freezing winter air hitting him like a freight train. The only light came from the street lamp just outside the trailer park. He had to get up before the crack of dawn every morning just to make it to work. The cold was so intense it felt like your very bones might freeze. He pulled some gloves out of a satchel at his waist. Not that they would help much, they never did. But it was certainly better than nothing at all.

He walked to the train station, payed the fare and got on the train. Finally warm for once. He reached in his satchel once more, pulling out his wallet. Inside was a picture of him and Trixie on their wedding day. She looked so amazing in the wedding dress. He could stare at that picture for hours and often did. Trixie was the only thing getting him through some days. If not for her, this life would be nearly unbearable. But with her, Anon could do anything. There was no weight to heavy to bare so long as he had her. After about an hour on the train, his eyes not drifting from the photo for even a moment, he got off at his stop. Another day, another tonne of steel. He clocked in and prepared for yet another long, grueling day at work.

Meanwhile, Trixie was still completing her morning routine. She put a lot of time and effort into her looks and it showed. Her makeup was done perfectly, hiding any and all blemishes while also enhancing her already beautiful face. Her hair was perfect, not a knot or split end to be seen. The only thing left was to put on her magician uniform. It wasn't the most flattering attire in the world, looking like something straight out of the 70s, but in truth she didn't mind it. She loved preforming for the kids.

Trixie walked to the very same train station, taking a train in the opposite direction from her beloved. She pulled out the heart shaped locket attached to her belt, made of pure gold. She never left the house without it. Anon had sold his pride and joy, his motor bike, to buy it for her as an engagement gift. On the outside of the locket the letters "T+A" were engraved and on the inside a picture of the two of them during the wedding day.

Trixie clicked open the locket, staring at the picture inside. He was so dashing in the suit. She could see his muscles practically ripping the fabric of the suit. She always loved the feeling of being in his arms, like she was perfectly and completely safe within their rock solid embrace. Even an entire two years into their marriage, she loved him as much as the first day they met. Her mom always said it was mistake, don't marry someone so poor, she said. But she didn't regret if for a second.

Trixie got off at her stop, putting the locket back on her belt. Today she was going to a library for her routine. If no schools were in need of her service, she'd often go here. A thick mist hung around the town, it's cold air seeming to just be stuck in one place. She hated winters here, they were absolutely unforgiving. Her magician outfit wasn't exactly a coat either. She quickly made her way to the library and started to set up all the smoke and mirrors.

From inside the warm library the scene looked so tranquil. Hardly a soul was on the street and the mist just hung there, almost not moving. It almost looked like something you'd see in a horror movie. As she watched out the window, the kids started to roll in. It was for the local orphanage this time. As the kids took their seats, Trixie got her act on.

"Welcome to the Great and Powerful Trixie's Misty Madness Magic Movement!" she said, doing a twirl and a curtsy

She was rather proud of herself for coming up with that name on the spot.

"For my first trick, I need a volunteer from the audience!"

All the kids' hands shoot up and Trixie pointed to a cute little bacon haired girl from the bunch.

"You there, in the back, come to the stage!"

The little girl giggles and walks up to the stage

"And what is your name little one?"

The little girl put her head down, clearly too shy to speak. Trixie opted just to start the trick rather than pushing her out of her comfort zone. She pulled out a deck of cards. She absolutely loved this trick. It blew their little minds.

"Alright sweetheart." she said "pick a card, any card."

The girl did so, pulling a card straight from the middle.

"Now show the audience what your drew."

The girl showed a seven on diamonds to the audience.

"Now, watch an be amazed as The Great and Powerful Trixie, pulls the same card from the deck-"

Trixie put a scarlet blindfold around her face

"Blindfolded!"

The crowd gasped in amazement. She was playing them like a fiddle.

"Alla kazama, alla kazu!"

Trixie pulls a card from the deck and just like that a seven of diamonds. The crowd of little orphan kids clapped and cheered and Trixie pulled her blind fold off. The little girl looked absolutely mesmerized, like she had just seen Jesus ascend to heaven. The girl gives the card back and Trixie continues her act to completion. As she was packing up, she felt a little pull on her skirt. It was the same little girl.

"How many I help you sweetie?"

"Miss Trixie?" she asked

Her voice was a little raspy, as if she didn't use it often

"Yes, honey?"

"Is magic real?"

"Of course it is."

Once again she gave the most heart melting smile one could ever see.

"Can I be a magician someday!? I want to be just like you!"

"Of course you can. What's your name?"

"Sunset. Sunset Shimmer."

Trixie pulled on her business card and the playing card

"I know it seems like a long time, but when you're 17 and if you're still interested, give me a call. I'd be happy to teach you everything I know."

Sunset frowned

"Seventeen!? But that's like a million years from now!"

She could help but smile. Little kids were the greatest.

"I know it seems like a long time. But magic is a very dangerous art. You have to be a certain age not to hurt yourself."

"Ok. You promise you'll still be around?"

"Of course I will."

Sunset ran back to her group and Trixie began to prepare for her next show, a feeling of absolute love and passion coursing through her veins.

At the steel mill, Anon was having much less fun a time. Today he was manning the molten metal, pressing one button to pour it in and then pressing it again to stop the flow. And that's all he would do for eight hours. Press once. Press again. Press once. Press again. And the mill was so loud, having conversations with someone was all but impossible. But he made it through all eight hours and took the train ride back home. Time to go home and see the love of his life.

As Anon got off at his stop he saw a gas station down the way. What he wouldn't give for a can of cheap, room temperature beer right now. And after such a long and boring day, he'd earned it. Trixie would probably appreciate some as well. He walked inside, grabbed a six pack and out of the corner of his eye, saw a lottery ticket.

No Anon, no. he said to himself. You have a higher change of being struck by lightning than winning the lottery

But he just couldn't resist. And it was only two dollars more. What would be the harm? He may just be lucky enough to get struck by lightning. And a billion dollar lightning strike wouldn't be too bad right about now. After buying himself both the beer and the lottery tickets, he made his way home, finding Trixie to already be there.

"Hey, beautiful."

Trixie grins

"Hey boo."

"How was your day?"

"Exhausting as usual. You?"

"Boring as all hell."

Anon places the six pack on the table

"I thought we've earned ourselves a little r and r."

Trixie laughs

"You know I don't like beer. But I'm so desperate for a buzz I'd drink sludge if it meant I could let loose a bit."

"Then let's have a toast."

He cracks open one of the cans

"To your valor, my sword, and our victory together!" he said

They both drink at the same time

"Long may the sun shine." Trixie responded

The two of them finish off the six pack throughout the night, getting exceptionally tipsy. After which, of course, the only proper next step was to have sloppy drunk sex before finally going to sleep.

Shit. Twelve o'clock. He was massively late. Did the alarm not go off for Trixie either? He turned over in bed to find a note.

Hi honey love. I didn't want to wake you because you were having such a good sleep. You have been so stressed out lately and figured you needed a day off. I called in to your work so don't worry. I'll be pulling an extra shift to make up for it. You just take it easy. -Trixie

Anon couldn't help but get teary eyed. She really was the best wife a guy could ask for. He got up, his head pounding like an Indian drum. Poor Trixie was probably just as hung over. He had to make it up to her somehow. From across the room he could see the lotto ticket. He had almost completely forgot about it. They were going to call out the numbers today, so might as well check. After scratching off the lottery ticket, he flipped on the crappy little TV, turning it to the right channel. A hot girl in a skimpy dress began to turn the the wheel full of ceramic balls with numbers. The winning lottery number read 1, 14, 17, 21, 22, 35.

His jaw dropped to the floor. He couldn't believe it. Those were the very same numbers on his lotto number. He just made over a billion dollars.