Lucky Heather

‘Sorry,’ I said, bumping into the middle-aged woman.

‘No harm done,’ she replied, before looking up and staring.

I needed to go; my train was due any minute.

‘Wait!  Take this.’  She pulled some heather out of her bag.  ‘You’re going to need it.’

Why did I need lucky heather?

 

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