I know a lot of superstitions. Most of them I don’t really believe in, but I follow them anyway. Some are just good fun, and I use them to my advantage. Like, “It bad luck to wake someone up on the day of their birth.” So, no alarm clocks on my birthday. Others are fun to believe because others believe in them. I will always flip tails-up pennies heads side up, just to try to make it someone else’s lucky day. Because it costs me nothing, and someone else might love to find it. What’s wrong with that?
Fiction: Superstition (99 words)