MicroHorror

I was surprised my rich uncle left me anything, because he hated me. He left me a red coin with a note saying “lucky.” Monday, I find a twenty on the ground. Tuesday, I’m promoted. Wednesday, the banks make an error and give me two thousand pounds. Thursday I buy a lottery ticket. Saturday, I win. On Sunday, my brother turns up with a knife and demands the cursed coin. I laugh and tell him it’s lucky, and it’s mine.

I take the coin from him. A lottery ticket is peeking out his bloody pocket. A winner. My lucky day.