Just a Little Luck
a Ghost story
by Hermione Eveningfall
"N-no. Wait a second," he gasped. "I think I'm going to sneeze..."
Carl and Molly stopped their work, frowning as they watched Sam's face crinkle. The trio had been working on renovating an old apartment for the past couple of hours. Clouds of dust flew in every direction as they smashed the boarded walls with heavy iron crowbars, and Sam unfortunately got a nose full.
"Huh...heh...heh...CHOOOOO!" he groaned, clearing his throat, and noticed the other two staring at him in surprise.
"Bless you, baby." Molly spoke, clucking her tongue. She and Sam Wheat had been dating for three years, and finally decided it was time to buy an apartment together. Molly had always been interested in historical homes, and they happened to come across this one. Nobody had lived in this particular loft for years, so the owner of the building pretty much ignored it.
"We can do so much with it!" Molly practically jumped up and down when Sam agreed to buy it, and here they were, attempting to redesign it mostly on their own.
"Thank you," Sam replied, sniffling. "There must be...80 y- years of d...heh...heh...ETCHOOOOOO!" he snapped forward with the force of the sneeze, only sending more dust circling around him. "Dust in here," he finished. Molly walked over to squeeze his hand, resting her forehead against his bare shoulder.
"Bless you again." She reached up to wipe a thin layer of dust from his nose, kissing it gently. Carl raised an eyebrow as he watched them, shaking his head. He and Sam worked together as accountants at the city bank, and grew to be good friends as well. Still, he could not help but feel a slight tinge of jealousy with the fact that Sam had such a wonderful girlfriend, and he was still single. Molly was absolutely perfect in so many ways. She was beautiful, with slightly pale skin and short black hair and opline green eyes. Her bubbly personality boosted both men, no matter how distressed they were after a long day at the office.
"You all right?" Molly asked, putting her hands on her hips as Sam bent down to pick up his crowbar, which he'd dropped.
"Yeah." He lied, rubbing his throbbing forehead. His nose still felt terribly itchy, and his eyes were watering. Still, he could not whimp out and force Molly to do most of the handiwork. "Eh... eh...SHOOOOO! Eh-SHUUUUH! Jesus!" he exclaimed, coughing, and Molly immediately placed both hands on his arms, pushing him towards the bench.
"Just sit down, relax. Your allergies are working up again, aren't they?"
Sam lifted his head, cringing as he heard the smash of Carl's crowbar against the thick wood, and nodded. "I'm sorry, hon. Was hoping it wasn't gonna be this b-aa-ETSHHHH!" he covered his mouth with his hands, his eyes focusing downward. With another sniffle, he cocked his head to one side, peering more closely at the floor. "Hey, look at this..." he picked up a small, shiny object with his thumb and index finger. Molly smiled as he turned it over, reading the inscription. "Hey, it's an Indian head penny, from 1988. It's a good omen." He flipped it into the air, caught it, and offered it for Molly to hold.
"No, you're the good omen." She wrapped her arms around him, running her fingers through his thick, light brown hair. "Oh it's so great, isn't it?" she kissed him passionately on the lips. It was then that Sam realized how much he had, and how lucky he really was.
"It certainly is." He smiled, letting her perch on his knee for a moment, taking the lucky penny back in his hand. "It certainly is."
I do not own any of the characters, and I do not plan to make any money off of this blasé blasé. Written for Weekly Hatch #10. I've only seen this movie once, and fell in love with it, so bare with me if it's a bit choppy for a first try. :o) Enjoy!