A Good Day's Luck by David Stevens

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A quirky look at the fates and a man's life and desires. a story with a suprising though not nessasarily happy end.

Submitted: September 24, 2012

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Submitted: September 24, 2012





  By David Stevens

The fates have a strange way of letting us know of their presence, sometimes it is for the best, other times the worst, but still whatever they decide happens. Mostly people do not understand the things that happen or they mistake one thing for another. This is a tale of the fates and their effect on one mans life. David Stevens.


Monday mornings are not normally such pleasant days, but today was to be very different. Today I did not have to go to work, or kill my soul dealing with annoying, impolite people, all with trivial or even stupid problems or requests. No, this Monday I was free to do exactly what I liked and when I liked it. Today was going to be a the best day of my life; I could feel it in my bones a change was due and today it would arrive.

I put the kettle on for the first of many cups of coffee which I intend to drink; never mind the doctor’s advice to the contrary about excessive stimulants. My feeling that today was going to be brilliant was confirmed when I opened my ancient fridge to get the milk out for my coffee, and I notice that the light has come on! Something that my fridge has not done for a long time, it boded well for the milk, which as I suspected that it might be was cold to the touch, the first time in an age that had occurred. What a day to day was going to be. The bloody fridge has started working again, it’s been so long since I have had anything cold from its interior that I have begun to think of it as nothing but a storage cupboard, rather than as a fridge.

I better take out the cornflakes as they don’t need to be kept cool, I realised, carrying both to the table before turning to pour and bring over my coffee. What a wondrous feeling, sitting down to hot coffee and a cold breakfast; today had started out to be just great, and I believed it would continue that way forever, as I had made plans.

The postman shoved a pile of letters through the door; normally because I have left for work I do not get to read the mail until later in the day, but today was different. I fetched it, glanced through the letters expecting nothing interesting but I had hope. I was wrong, one letter stood out, it was from a firm of solicitors, my solicitors. Hesitantly and having sat down I tore the back flap open and pulled out the contents. That was the letter I had been anticipating for days.


‘Dear Sir,’ it began, but my attention was drawn from the rest of the letter’s content to the cheque for sixty-seven thousand & five hundred pounds. It was neatly stapled I noticed to the letter. My pay out just as I had been promised, it had arrived. Wow! I finally got the money I was owed from the accident, and so much too.

All that I could do was sit there, just looking in amazement at the oblong piece of neatly printed paper. Today just kept on getting better and better.

Ten O’clock found me standing outside of my bank, with the cheque already paid in, and with money enough to enjoy the rest of the day waiting in my pocket. What to do? Now there was the question, there was so much I could do, but what first? A nice mug of steaming coffee at the expensive place over the road would be a nice start, and also it would allowed me some time to think about exactly what I should do with myself, on this wonderful day.

The coffee-house was almost empty and although I could not often afford the high prices this place charged, I still had my favorite place to sit in, in there. It was a booth, neatly tucked away in the far corner with a large window looking out onto the street, a place where I could watch all the shoppers going by secretly, whilst I drank my drink in peace. To my utter amazement my favorite seat was vacant, so I took it quickly and then spent a nice half-hour watching the shoppers going to and fro. It was perfect, real bliss, and to make it better I thought about my huge cheque and how all that money would change my life.

I could clearly see myself walking into the office tomorrow, eager  to be there, which would be unusual for me, I would ignor my mountain of paper all piled up desks in tray and stroll confidently into Mr. Bentley’s office. I would tell him that I had decided to accept the early retirement I had so recently been offered, but at that time I could not afford to accept. Then I would leave and wait for another cheque to arrive through the post, my final salary and the lump-sum payment I would be due.

From that day on I would be able to enjoy every single day of my life, and in total certainty that I could afford to do most anything I might want to do; especially I could drink expensive coffee whilst sitting in my favorite seat. I watched the people bustling about their shopping. What bliss, I had worked very hard for all my life to get to this point, and now finally it had arrived and my real life could begin anew.

That was exactly the thought that I had just had when I saw the woman struggling with her shopping bags, she looked beautiful to me. I suppose that she was possibly not everyone’s idea of beauty; that I would accept, but she certainly met mine. I stood up intending to leave, perhaps even to get a better look at her, so that I could think about how she looked when I was alone. That was when her bags succumbed to gravity and fell hard to the floor, scattering her shopping all around her.

I think I heard her swear, but then perhaps not; she did not look the type for foul language or rather I hoped that she wasn’t it would spoil the effect for me. I soon dashed across the coffee-house floor to the door, then I went out of it like a jack-rabbit and around to where she was still struggling to gather up her purchases. She accepted my offer to help gather everything, and that was the first time I have ever spoken to a delightfully attractive woman, in whom I had an interest.

Of course I knew that nothing would come of the conversation, but at least it had brightened up my day, not of course that it needed brightening up anymore. She had her bags under control and had said ‘thank you, to me, then she left, not knowing how much her kind words meant to an almost old confirmed bachelor, who just might become unconfirmed for a lady like her.

I turned to leave deciding on a walk through the park and perhaps an ice cream. My mind fixated on the last view I had of her as she had walked away from me. I stepped off the kerb still seeing the jiggle to her walk, still enjoying the pleasure of talking to her.

I ended my day not as I would have ever have expected to, but instead hovering over my sprawled, crushed body as a ghost, I had been run over by a double-decker bus and died instantly.

The End.

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