Prompted

I was bored a few days ago during a long car ride, and had just finished my book, so I went online on my phone to find a good writing prompt. What follows is the prompt itself as well as what I managed to get written before we arrived home. Feel free to continue it or provide other prompts of your own.

Prompt:
A beggar has just won a million dollars in the lottery; explore his thoughts and the thoughts of those around him.

Response:

Jim dug steadily, used to sorting out the good from the bad. Setting aside a half-eaten slice of pizza with some unidentified green fuzz growing on the cheese - he wasn't that desperate - his probing fingers wrap instead around a white cardboard take-out container with red Chinese lettering on the side. Cautiously pulling back the tabs on top, a grin suddenly splits his face as eager fingers pluck out one of the pieces of kung-pao chicken.

After another ten minutes, during which time he unearths a few bites of hotdog and part of a lettuce wrap, Jim sits back a bit from his search. His eyes run habitually around the remainder of the inside of the dumpster, alighting on a lottery ticket stuck to the far side. The scratch card had already been used, but Jim liked to double-check any tickets he happened to find, just in case the owner had actually won anything. He'd won prizes up to twenty dollars a few times in the past.

Reaching across the numerous garbage bags, Jim plucked the ticket from its perch, glancing at the already-scratched-off circles. Shame; no prize on this one. He went to throw it back in the dumpster, but abrubtly halted his movement as he felt the card shift against his fingers. Inspecting it again, he pulled a second card away from where it had been stuck to the back of the first. This one was brand-new, the surface still unmarred.

Jim set about scratching at the little circles with an overgrown and dirty thumbnail. About thirty seconds later, he leaned back against the dumpster, allowing himself to slide down it until he was sitting on the ground leaning against the bin. Jim stared in disbelief at the numbers he had just revealed. Had he seriously just won what he thought he had? Blinking several times and staring hard at the card in his hand, he concluded that it was no trick. "I just won a million dollars..." he breathed, still unable to believe his good fortune.

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At this point we pulled into our driveway at home, and I put my writing aside. Anyone want to continue it or have another prompt for me to try?