“I mean, I’m not really suspicious,” he said, as she furrowed her brow ever so slightly and he became suddenly conscious that he had his arms straight at his sides as he spoke. “Shit. Superstitious, sorry. Always get those two words mixed up.”

He scratched at his ear and hoped it seemed natural. “Like I said, I don’t believe in that kind of thing, not really. But why risk it? Just in case, right?”

She smiled and said she grew up with a black cat. But that sometimes she wouldn’t go in the kitchen if it was in her way.

Prompt courtesy of the Daily Post.


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