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The smoke obscured her delicate face in a grey cloud but Raleigh watched as her eyes darted down toward the quarter on the ground. Luck was an odd concept to him, but that might have been because luck was not necessarily always in his favor. Were he a superstitious man, heâd say his entire youth had been one long period of bad luck. Like religion, maybe it was easier to look toward luck and fate. Either way, neither God nor coins on the ground had been much use to him.
âI thought the real saying was that itâs only good luck if itâs the opposite of what you get.â He flicked the edge of his own cigarette with his thumb, sending ash trickling to the ground. He glanced back to the flowerâs face, searching for her reaction to the bad news. In the back of his mind, he briefly remembered his mother making le corna, twisting her fingers into a sign of the horns whenever she knocked a broom over or broke a mirror.Â
âDo you get nothing if itâs tails or strictly bad look?â Curiosity had him asking.
he has a face like an in-between season. no one could quite call him february frost or indian summer july heat, but he looked a great deal like fall. mickey thought she could hear leaves crunching underneath feet as he spoke. maybe that was only her subconscious trying to block out the drabble of another unnecessary man.
she seems to study him for a moment, still dragging on her burning cigarette, curious as to his reaction to catching her odd movement.Â
âwhat do i know?â she shrugs, looks past his shoulder into the distance for a moment. her gaze returns back to him. âpick it up and tell me about it.â
















