“Oh no!”
“What? What is it?”
“You stood on the crack!”
She looked down at her trainers, the ones her mother begged her to get rid of. They were moulded just so. She would wear until they fell from her feet. The pavement crack ran beneath her toes.
She smiled at her little brother. “Is that a problem?”
Liquid eyes stared up. “It’s bad luck!”
She swooped him up into a piggyback and started galloping towards their door. “I think I’ll be ok.”
That night, she felt icy fingers rest upon her spine as the rest of the house slept.
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