|Bad Luck (standard:humor, 692 words)|
|Author: BENTLINK||Added: Feb 26 2012||Views/Reads: 1680/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|You just cannot escape people who believe in luck.|
Bad Luck He had been born into a family of louts that harbored a three generation deep paralyzing fear of change. These near-do-wells blamed every misfortune in their lives on bad luck, much of it thought to be brought on by daring to do something new or different. They were convinced it was not their collective distain for education or total lack of gumption that accounted for the multiple generations of hardship they had been forced to endure, but was instead a long lasting run of cursed bad luck. For most of his early childhood, he walked along with all his family under this dark shadow of superstition and despair. Each day he carefully knotted his shoes exactly the same way. One could only guess at the cascade of awful events a person might set loose by putting on a left shoe first or stepping on a crack while walking to school. He tried his up-most to be the model of discipline at the dinner table for rules were rules. Spilled salt was a minor infraction and would bring forth a loud but short-lived wave of wrath from an adult. However using a spoon to eat meat or fish was even worse that breaking a mirror on the family's bad luck scale and therefore carried a harsher penalty. Eating alone in the kitchen often followed the less grievous infractions but the punishment laws were far more flexible than the rules he had allegedly broken. He learned early on the punishment levied for a broken luck rule depended more on the kind of day the parents were having than on any understandable logical rule set. As he grew a bit more mature, he reasoned he must surely have been adopted into this family of lazy idiots. The adoption idea gave him great comfort for many months until a nosy vociferous next-door neighbor dispelled it, he almost cried when informed he was with out question a spawn from this the shallowest end of humankind's human gene pool. He came to despise his family unit so much that the decided he would “Bad Luck” them first to complete financial ruin then painful death by ill luck. He jumped on every sidewalk crack with both feet, made special side trips on his way home form school to walk beneath ladders at local hardware and paint stores. He collected empty soft drink bottles and cans for their deposits then used the money to purchase cheap mirrors he broke when sent to his room for bad luck evoking behavior. His reasoning was as unsound as the family's distrust of change but it served to keep him mentally afloat until he was old enough to escape his dysfunctional home-life by repeatedly committing minor crimes. Declared incorrigible he went to a juvenile detention center to await his 18th birthday. Enlistment in the army became his highway to happiness. Basic training with its clear understandable instructions was a vacation. The young man found the combat drills and surprise inspections far less stressful than living in fear of breaking the incomprehensible rules of his family home. He was also visibly happy to be free of the detention center and the constant threat of violence and rape. His drill instructor had never seen a recruit adapt to the army's rigorous training so quickly. The boy seemed to welcome the ridged rules and forced marches. The sergeant even gave some thought to sending the lad to see the base psychiatrists because he seemed so happy. In due course, his advance training was completed and the unit was ordered into combat as replacements for killed and wounded men and women. His first meaningful assignment was driving a supply truck to a forward base. The truck carried a sundry load of meals ready to eat, video equipment, DVDs, medical supplies and toilet tissue. The Sergeant in charge gave him detailed instructions about following the marked route and orders not to slow or stop for any reason. As he was ready to pass through the green zones base's last check point his Master Sergeant leaned into the truck window and handed him a rabbit's foot key chain. Tweet
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