Your very own slip of paper, just like Tessie's, with a black, charcoal pencil spot.*
"It's Tessie," Mr. Summers said, and his voice was hushed. "Show us her paper. Bill."
Bill Hutchinson went over to his wife and forced the slip of paper out of her hand. It had a black spot on it, the black spot Mr. Summers had made the night before with the heavy pencil in the coal company office. Bill Hutchinson held it up, and there was a stir in the crowd.
"All right, folks." Mr. Summers said. "Let's finish quickly."
-- From "The Lottery" by Shirley Jackson
* The Shirley Jackson Awards is not responsible for any injury inflicted on the winner of this prize.
