A Kind of Luck aluminium He found it at the

He found it at the edge of the hollow

and a glint of silver vanishing into the leaves — and of waking the next day with the taste of gooseberries lingering

just steady

then settles into the textured outer surfaces of the caps

each stitch deliberate

A Kind of Luck aluminium He found it at theThe ribbons strung between the stalls pull and slacken with the breeze, colour shifting overhead as the line of people inches forward. Lucienne leans over the wooden counter, rolling a small ring between her fingers while the man beside the bottles resets them in a neat row, glass knocking softly against glass. The necklace sits low against her throat, the chain a little loose where she fastened it in a hurry, the pendant catching light each time she