Stormclouds Over Ireland by Fiddlesticks96, literature
Literature
Stormclouds Over Ireland
"Hey North! Look what I found!"
Ireland raised his head; his twin sister was standing on the other side of the meadow with her hand held triumphantly in the air. "What? Go on, give us a look!" He ran over to her, his green wellies splashing through puddles and trampling daisies as he crashed through the long grass.
She opened her small, muddy hand slowly, carefully. Nestled in her palm was a tiny four-leaf clover. "I get to be lucky now, North," she said, her freckled face breaking out into a wide smile.
"Wow..." He stared at the clover like a prospector might stare at a nugget of gold. "Can I hold it, South? Maybe I'll get to be lucky too