Upon reaching a study saturation point this afternoon, I go for a walk. Down on Main Street, out the corner of my eye, I see a four leaf clover as I walk by. Two steps back. Was that a four leaf clover? Usually when I think I see one, there is a four leaf clover there. There. I reach down to pick it (because one can never have too many) and brush away a three-leafed neighbor that doesn't quite brush. Away. Because, I see, this is not a neighbor after all. My four leaf clover has three more leaves springing from its stem a finger's width below the four. Is this lucky?
112 words | December 11, 2004 09:10 PM | Real true story