'Your luck's going to change', she said, locking the door to bar my way. 'I'm closing now, come back tomorrow. I'll be here after ten'. I needed it to; it had been a grim couple of months, what with losing my job and my abject failure to lure a woman into my life. 'Can't you see me now?' I asked, wanting to bring on the metamorphosis as soon as possible. 'I've finished for today; I have things to do.' She took my hand and squeezed gently as we stood on the pavement outside the rickety cabin that served as her office. 'Another day won't hurt; come back tomorrow,' she smiled. 'Your luck's go...
More..Alan Liptrot
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