flax-golden tales: luck

luck

I don’t believe in luck anymore.

Bad or good.

I used to believe in pennies and four-leaf clovers and horseshoes and rabbit feet, spilt salt and broken mirrors and Friday the 13ths.

I even kept a jar of Luck on a shelf to save for a day when I needed it most, though in retrospect I probably should have found a bottle that distinguished itself as the good sort.

It worked, in a way, which was impressive considering how little I paid for it.

But I changed my mind.

It’s not that simple. It’s all tied up in choices and chances and paths taken regardless of what kinds of cats cross them. Luck can only get you so far, good or bad.

Though I still believe fortune favors the bold, no matter what they keep in their jars.


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6 Thoughts on “flax-golden tales: luck

  1. After finishing the Night Circus…I am now lonley without you. Found this site and feel perfectly at home awaiting your next publication. Many thanks for the magic. Teena

  2. I was born the 13th of June. While many people say that I have not had a lucky life, I tend to disagree because delicious things like purple bedroom walls, maple syrup lattes, faerie songstresses such as Florence, and because of books, and writing, like yours. πŸ™‚

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