Homeless Mel saved spare cents to buy a scratch card. She dragged her bags and heavy limbs to the corner store.
Mr Patel counted the coins, added the extra four cents needed, and handed her a card with a smile. “Good luck today, Mel.”
Eagerly, she used her gnarled thumbnail to uncover the possibilities of fortune.
Nothing. She sighed and staggered from the shop.
She tore up the card into confetti and threw it high in the air. Twittering sparrows descended in a flurry of feathers and snatched up the paper, so perfect for building their nests.
She sighed—lucky birds.