< meta charset="UTF-8"> Haibun Today: A Haibun & Tanka Prose Journal

A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 13, Number 4, December 2019

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Marietta McGregor
Canberra, ACT, Australia

There but for fortune

Each time my father buys a lottery ticket he's certain he'll win. He always asks his number one sweetheart (me) to put some luck on it. My four-year-old self wants to make him happy. When he’s unemployed he slips into angry introspection, drinking and brooding about his awful desert war. So when he shows me his ticket I ball my small hand into a fist and dramatically open it, as if I’m showering the paper with diamonds plucked from mid-air. When Dad comes home disappointed yet again from the lottery office, I feel as if I’ve let him down. The same thing happens with the horse races, the gee-gees he calls them. On race days I give him a kiss for luck as he heads out the door. He never wins no matter how often he gambles, or how hard I wish.

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