With a Little Luck

By: Melissa Ratliff

Stopped at the red light, she casually glanced out the open window to the median beside her car. She instantly saw one. Internally she cringed a little – it would piss people off to know she wasn’t even trying, but honestly, she wasn’t. Her eyes just had a way of focusing on what others couldn’t see. Perhaps it was the break in the pattern that always drew her gaze. She wasn’t sure. But if she came across a patch, never fail, she would walk out with a hand full of four leaf clovers. Now, if only that meant she was lucky.

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