It was time to get lucky. She could feel it. She knew she should head to the liquor store and get a scratcher.  All signs were pointing to things turning around.  The doctor said her mom would recover. Her daughter’s grades had improved markedly.  Sometimes things just had to work out. It couldn’t all be rotten apples and lousy neighbors.

She spotted money on the ground but the wind sent it away. Things were still improving.  She soon would store away her evil-eye warding necklace.

She saw the lucky shoe.  She reached down and then it happened.  Luck is fickle.

Luck is a very thin wire between survival and disaster, and not many people can keep their balance on it. -Hunter S. Thompson