New York : The New Yorker, 1948.
This short story describes a seemingly normal town on a late summer afternoon ready to gather for the annual ritual known as the "lottery". whats there to be scared of? its just a game.
"If lotteries are supposed to be so fair, why don't they ever feel that way?" (x)
Perhaps what makes this story so chilling is that it is so innocent, children play together and prepare for the lottery, while their parents laugh and joke but by the end of this 20 page story it becomes so apparent that maybe the lottery isn't quite fair and depicts the blind violent nature of humanity and tradition.
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