Luck

Dropped my toast again a second ago. Third sodding time this week. Like I needed that.
Dan left Monday. Good riddance, apart from the part where the rent's in my name.
Tuesday, first toast.
Wednesday, three days left of the month, and £7.52 left on the lecky.
Thursday, more toast. Which, like talk, is cheap.
Today, the last toast. The last slice of bread. The last straw.
But this time it landed inexplicably, unequivocally face up – banana chunks still perched
perkily atop the gorgeously gloopy pb-and-syrup combo, not even a single sticky streak
sliding overboard.
Yay – my lucky day!

Pam Martin-Lawrence is a neurodivergent writer living on a small English island with collections of emotional support plants, ‘book boyfriends’ and a long-suffering partner. While writing her second novel she writes poetry and short fiction for relaxation, some of which have appeared in publications including Passionfruit Review, Southern Gothic Creations, Macrame Lit. J. Flights e-Journal, Coin-Operated Zines, a MockingOwl Roost anthology, KissMet Quarterly, SunSpot Literature (Rigel anthology), litl journal on Instagram, Bunker Squirrel magazine, and is a contributor to Micromance. She is the author of ‘The Tale of a Dragon’ (Alien Buddha Press 2024).