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“So a horse knocked you out of the way?” Smoke was still rising behind the officer’s shoulder.

“Yeah, pretty much.” I said. I couldn’t quite make out the last letter of his name.

“And you’re sure you are going to be okay?”

I dusted my arms off. “As long as someone can help me get home I’ll be okay. My vision’s shit without my glasses.”

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I thanked officer Calgary and closed my door. Taking a deep breath in I counted to ten and held it, before letting it out. After twenty minutes of searching I stumbled across my spare pair of glasses. I turned on the TV, sat down in my recliner, and tried to get the tingling feelings out of my extremities.

“...found an error in the crane’s operation which ended in the death of several construction workers. Be sure to tune in for more details, tonight at eleven.”

I pulled my laptop from the coffee table and started googling. It didn’t take long to learn the names of the three men killed in the accident, but I couldn’t find any information on the little boy. The pins and needles faded from my fingertips. I switched to a new tab and started looking for a new pair of glasses.

My grandmother used to say I was the luckiest kid she had ever known. I, on the other hand, was fairly sure I was cursed. The incidents started out small. Horrible balance, drunk drivers, wild animals. For years no one else got hurt. I used to think that maybe I was a horrible person in a previous life.

Something out there is trying to keep me alive. The picture of my grandmother smiles down at me from the bookshelf. “Sometime soon,” I promise her, “I will find out why.”