Unlucky, by Eoin, Week 23.

It was a tough choice, 7 years of bad luck for a whole 3 pounds or a normal life, penny poor. I contemplated the situation, walking under a ladder and being unfortunate was a myth, a conspiracy, right? I didn’t wait around much longer, I darted forward, nabbed the coins, and stole away from the scene of the crime, still unsure. When I eventually stopped I realised my mistake –  Gran! She’d kill me for walking under. My face went red at what she’d think of the whole thing. Suddenly in all my worrying I hadn’t noticed a car mounting the pavement heading straight for me. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. I gulped…

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