Cursed Fortune
Language: en
The arm of my porcelain Guardian Angel snapped off and hit the desk with a sharp clatter. I stared at the severed ceramic limb, a violent chill racing down my spine. It was a death omen. In my hometown, a broken angel meant a catastrophic doom was looming. The only way to survive was to completely abandon whatever you were holding onto. Just minutes ago, I had been riding the ultimate high. My roommate and I had scratched off a shared lottery ticket and won a staggering seven million dollars. Then, my phone chimed with a Venmo notification. Brianna had sent me five dollars. The transaction…