The “Lucky” Penny

There it sat. The small, dirty-brown penny, sprawled out across the small slits of the sewer escape. It was obvious to me and anybody else who cared to give a look that this penny had been through it all. However, its rounded edges still stuck true, smooth as always, unfazed by the world’s cruelty. It was just beyond my also dirty white shoes, merely an inch away from where I stood at the bus depot. Its cool head looked up at me, as if calling out to me… begging me to simply pick it up. The woman’s eyes struck deep within me, even through its grotesque and dirty visage. Why me? Was I the only one that this lone penny had cried out to? Or was I merely the only one who paid any attention, and took the time out of my hectic day. I could not be sure, and even to this day I am still unsure, but the one thing I do know – luck doesn’t mean as much to people as I thought.

Luck is a prominent part of everyday life, and seems to always be brou