September drabbles - 8
Mom spilled some salt so Tom slung a pinch over his shoulder.
“You’re making a mess,” said Mom.
“It’s for luck.”
“You don’t need luck.”
Upstairs he was checking his shave when Mom crashed into the door. The mirror smashed.
“Seven years bad luck!” said Tom.
“You don’t need luck.”
Tom walked round the ladder, paid the gypsy for a flower, and went to his interview.
“You like lavender?” asked the secretary.
Tom almost answered, “For luck” but offered her the bloom instead, got job and girlfriend, both in one.
“You don’t need luck,” said Mom, and Tom touched wood.
“You’re making a mess,” said Mom.
“It’s for luck.”
“You don’t need luck.”
Upstairs he was checking his shave when Mom crashed into the door. The mirror smashed.
“Seven years bad luck!” said Tom.
“You don’t need luck.”
Tom walked round the ladder, paid the gypsy for a flower, and went to his interview.
“You like lavender?” asked the secretary.
Tom almost answered, “For luck” but offered her the bloom instead, got job and girlfriend, both in one.
“You don’t need luck,” said Mom, and Tom touched wood.
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