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  • Storm had just locked up the shop and before walking home on tired and aching feet she paused to look for the bus that never comes.

    It was coming toward her, just a few car lengths away.

    "This must be my lucky day."

    She fell into the seat, exhausted.

    The ride was quick, traffic light, on this particular Saturday.

    The city had shut down the street, river-to-river, just for fun and play, that day.

    Cars had not yet returned to full steam.

    She meant to go further than her usual stop, but muscle memory forgot to cancel out its repetitive order.

    Storm laughed as her arches ached, jumping from the exit door.

    She shrugged and made her way, skipping her new route and idea.

    She made one exception.

    She crossed over to the sunny side of the street.

    The sky had a pinkish hue to the blue and the clouds were lined in silver.

    She needed something to prove.

    The east side lent her a better view.

    About halfway home, not quite skipping, but no longer in a drag

    she spied a kitty sleeping on the side of the road.

    It was black and right soon realized it was dead.

    A swallow and tear caught in her heart-throat.

    "Oh, kitty...!"

    Poor kitty.

    Storm thought of the old wives tale as she rested her eyes on the staring lifeless ones of the cat.

    "It's bad luck when a black cat crosses your path."

    Storm's emotions took to rise their rote route.

    She pushed "stop" on the involuntary path.

    "It must be the opposite, if I am the one to cross a dead one...

    This MUST be my lucky day."
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