One glance at her key chain and you might think she was a superstitious person, down on her luck, and looking for any way to turn it around. Between the chipped, silver horseshoe, a real four leaf clover suspended in resin, an old lucky rabbit’s foot, a Maneki-neko, a jade dragon, and the desired half of an actual wishbone, it was difficult to tell if there were any keys being used on the key chain. She was covering almost all possible bases to cover, and she was kicking herself that she hadn’t had her white elephant replaced after it broke. That’s why I lost that bet, she cursed, and fairly snatched her ticket from the person at the window. She held the ticket up in front of her, all her money for bills and food on the horse with the grey streak in his tail, Dakota Thunder, and closed her eyes. Sending a silent, desperate prayer to whatever gods of luck might be listening, she rubbed the horseshoe on the key chain. Today is the day, she stubbornly intoned, this time I will win, and all my problems will go away. With shaking hands she lowered the ticket, opened her eyes, and with a nervous spring in her step she made her way to the track. Today is the day.