It all started on this fateful day. My friend June and I went to a local restaurant as my birthday treat. I had been living with June for several years; anytime before the day when we first met is where my past begins to blur. Poor June had to put up with a lot of unanswered questions and just to get redemption she started playing around with the letter of my name. So far I've been called Elly, eBay, Elien (her play on alien), Eetle... My only comeback is June Bug. Ugh.
Anyway, the day went by just fine and dandy; I wouldn't trade anything for the first half of that day. Then we went to lunch. And I met him.
Now, of course, I've stated before I was into bad boys. So naturally I couldn't turn down the handsome guy I happened to see at a glance over my shoulder. Noticing my gaze, he arose from the booth farther down the way and walked over to June and I. June looked away; obviously uncomfortable in his presence. I welcomed him with a smile, which was returned with a grimace.
"You've got a bad case of luck, don't you?" were his first words.
I stared at him inquisitively before replying, "I don't believe in luck."
That drew a smile on his face. "You will soon." He motioned his head to something on the table. Utterly confused, I followed his gaze to an overturned item lying next to my hand with its contents almost emptied from its bowels. It was a salt shaker.
"Bad luck will follow the spilling of salt unless a pinch is thrown over the left shoulder into the face of the devil waiting there."
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