"Check the flare card, Marge," Elias whispered. The flare card on the wall listed the remaining big prizes. His eyes scanned the grid. There it was: the $5,000 top prize hadn't been claimed yet.
Elias had a technique. He didn't use his nails; he used a lucky nickel from 1958. Rrip. Rrip. Rrip. The perforated windows popped open like tiny shutters. Two lemons and a bar. Zero. pull-tabs-tickets
As he walked out into the cool night, his pockets heavy with a payout he’d mostly spend back at the local charity drive, he looked at the flickering neon sign one last time. In the world of pull-tabs, the win was great, but the "pull" was everything. Pull Tab Tickets - Arrow International "Check the flare card, Marge," Elias whispered