Luck-Wasted

The napalm of his affection stuck to her love-charred skin.

When she first met him, she was intoxicated with what she perceived as “such good luck.” She thought he was the thread which sewed up her lost-button heart.

Years later, she realized she was drunk on an ill-conceived concept of luck.

Now, she asked friends and family: “Should I leave him?”

They shared an emphatic “YES!”

But, like asking for a sign during a thunderstorm, you make of advice what you will.

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