What's better than wishin' someone "The Luck O' The Irish?"....
I reprinted the story (originally published in Mysterical-e) on my website blog...
Here's the beginning:
The Luck O' The Irish
The car lurched into another pothole, prompting Robert
O'Flannery to check the address his wife Margie had written down and tossed
wordlessly at him earlier that morning.
He hadn't turned wrong. Three twenty-was that a zero, a six?
Anyway it was Sycamore. He was going the right way. The house numbers were
getting smaller, just as the houses themselves and the lots they sat on were
getting larger the nearer he came to the lake.
His anticipation, along with his suspicions about his wife's
motives, grew during the drive. She'd given him some decent leads in the past,
but she hadn't shown much interest in his work since the real estate market had
started bottoming out.
He didn't want to admit that she hadn't shown much interest
in him at all lately, except to throw a coffee mug at his head for coming home
flowerless on Valentine's Day. Given their rocky relations, her sudden
generosity was odd.
Maybe she'd forgiven him?
No matter. Even if she hadn't, he wasn't about to look a
gift house in the mouth, he thought, laughing at his clever rephrasing... Read
the rest...
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