Vile.

Barry didn't know what to do. His heart told him one thing, but his mind told him another. He had two little voices speaking to him.

Two years ago was far too soon into the recession. The business never had a chance. Now he had an opportunity to restart his life. Repeat failure scared him even more.

They had promised each other. Forever until the end of time. But forever had just started two days ago. His mother didn't want it to go ahead, but he persisted, going with what was right and proper. But now wrong was planting a seed. A chance to start afresh.

He could provide them all with a decent start in their new life. But then he could also achieve his dream. Or would it cause more problems than solutions?

His father was less vocal. He never had much of a say in his life. But whenever he spoke to his son, Barry listened. He was a smart and shrewd man. He watched while others spoke - more than they needed to.

His brother blamed him for the collapse. He had the 'brains', and so laid all culpability at Barry's door. The fact he drank himself silly most nights was overlooked.

Holding the ticket between his grubby, stubby fingers, Barry made his decision. Picking the brown muck from underneath his fingernails, he stood up.

His solicitor asked what he wanted to do. His entire family of new additions and blood relatives were now screaming at each other in the hall. He stood alone in the wood paneled office, listening to their intense bickering.

Opening the modern glass door, he stood in front of them holding the ticket aloft.

"Who wants it?"