by Mike Revell
They call her Lady Luck, the girl with the golden hair, but only because they met her on a good day. They remember their promotions or proposals, or love at first sight, and they glow at the memory. But there are bad days. And on the bad days, days when the Lady is bored or tired or hungover; days when she is stung or depressed: you do not want to see her then. Because on those days, looking to all the world like rot, she is far less charitable. On those days, you may sooner find your tire punctured, or your wallet forgotten, than a penny glinting on the floor before you.
Mike Revell is a Creative Writing graduate from the University of Essex. He likes to write about old things in a new way, when he can steal the time to do so.