Dan had heard all the superstitions from his old grandma but he ignored them. Shoes on the table, horseshoes upside down, red and white flowers in the same vase. All supposedly portended death – but he couldn’t see it. He didn’t see the bus coming as he stepped under a ladder to cross the road either.
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Over on
my other blog I've been having some recent discussions about old beliefs and what some would call superstitions. (In my family they're considered a way of life.) I guess it's brought some ideas to the front of my mind.
This microfiction is for
the G-Man.
