Colene and Alexia are hosting a Luck O'the Irish blogfest so hop over to read all the entries. The idea is to write a 200 word flash fiction, or something of the like, to honor St. Patrick's Day.
I finished off my pint and wiped the heady foam from my lip. No way I was gonna feel sorry for myself today. “Bartender, how bout another?” The words seemed to disappear into the abyss of voices and music. Then I caught a glint at the end of the bar and jerked my head in that direction.
What looked like a gold coin was spinning on the bar top. I watched it spin, waiting for someone to reach out and claim it, but it just kept spinning. Snatching it, I rolled it over and examined it. It wasn't a euro, or like anything I’d seen before—a four leaf clover was imprinted on both sides.
“I was wondering how long it’d take for someone to see that there gold piece,” a voice said.
I looked down at a green clad man the size of a toddler, a red beard on his face and an impish grin.
“Ah, now don’t be telling me you nay believe in leprechauns. It’s your lucky day, lass, but you have to be willing, or your luck’ll run out fast.”
“Willing for what?”
“To follow me, lass …”
I glanced at the coin, then back at my hallucination who called himself a leprechaun. “Okay, yeah. I’m willing. And I could sure use a bit of luck.”
His smile widened, showing his crooked little teeth. “I knew you were the one, could feel it in me bones. Come along … your rainbow awaits …”
Have a wonderful day and may the luck o'the Irish be with you! Erin go bragh!