The flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green.
The morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day.
The people of the village began to gather in the square around ten o'clock.
The children assembled first, of course.
School was recently over for the summer, and the feeling of liberty sat uneasily on most of them.
The original paraphernalia for the lottery had been lost long ago, and the black box now resting on the stool had been put into use even before the oldest man in town was born.
The lottery was conducted by Mr. Summers, who had time and energy to devote to civic activities.
Suddenly, the speculating voices began to grow louder. "It's Hutchinson. It's Bill." "Bill Hutchinson's got it."
Once the head of every family had drawn from the box, every slip of paper was opened and the townsfolk began whisper among themselves, trying to figure out who had the winning ticket.
Within an instant, Tessie, Bill's wife, was enraged. She shouted to Mr. Summers, "It's not fair!"
Still, the lottery had to continue. With five slips in the box, each person from the Hutchinson family drew.
Tessie Hutchinson, standing lone in the center of a cleared space, held her hands out desperately as the people she had once known as her friends and family moved in on her, determined. "It isn't fair, it isn't right!"
Despite how the lottery had changed over time, the villagers still remembered to use the stones.
As they all opened their slips of paper, revealing their fate to the people of their town, Tessie remained silent. Bill forced the paper from Tessie's hand, revealing to the town the heavily marked black spot in the center.