Lucky Streak
By Gregory "sgoast" Reynolds

When I first started construction, I met a guy named Lance. He seemed like
a normal guy but had a lucky streak anyone would die for. Every day we'd call 
out to the girls on the street to no avail, and then Lance would show up. With 
just a whistle, they'd flock to him and smother him with love, dropping anything 
they had in their hands at the moment. Groceries, leashes, even babies would 
take a backseat to Lance's charm. When lunchtime rolled by, each of us would 
take out our flail tin lunchboxes and open them revealing some homemade cold cut 
sandwich. But Lance? No! Everyday he would have a hot delicacy waiting for him in 
his golden Igloo container. Filet mignon on Mondays. Tekka-maki on Tuesdays. Lobster 
with a side of escargot on Wednesdays... You get the idea. Then finally when the 
day came to an end, Lance would jump off where ever he was working, may it be the 
first floor or the ninety-third, and land like a cat. Perfect in everyway. Now, the 
other boys and I were getting really confused! How can a person have all these wacky 
coincidences everyday like clockwork? So I came up to him and said, "Hey Lance! Me and 
the other workers were wondering... How do you do it?"

"Pardon me, Robert?" He said. He had a British accent when he talked. I hate British 
accents.
"Just call me Rob. I said how do you do al that fancy stuff, like picking up chicks and 
jumping off the site and not getting hurt?"
"Quite simple, Robert. I'm a wizard" I burst out into laughter. A wizard? Ha! They 
don't exist anywhere but in fairy tales! "What?" He asked me.
"You don't actually expect me to believe that crud, do you?" I began to laugh again only 
even more uproarious than before. "A wizard! Ha!" Just then he gave me a hateful stare 
and began mumbling to himself. I didn't really hear what he said but I began to get really 
tired as if I had just run a marathon or something. Moments later I had fallen asleep.

I never saw Lance again after that but when I woke up, there was a quickly scribbled note 
in front of me.

"Dear Robert,
       I'm sorry that you couldn't believe me. In fact I've only told what I told you 
last night to two people. Their reactions were not much different than yours. Of course 
I can't just have people just throwing my secret around, so I've given you a special 
little gift. I hope it doesn't make you croak.
                                       - Lance"

I never saw him again after that, but I guess he did find one way to keep me quiet. I wish he 
didn't do it though. Those beams are hard to balance on with webbed feet.

The End