He’d seen better days. His clothes tattered, shoulders slumped and his eyes, pools of sadness.
A toffee-nosed woman sniffed as she passed, ignored him although she’d known him since primary school. She tossed her coffee mug on the ground near the bench.
Sean O’Reilly sighed. Shrugged. Picked up the mug and deposited it into a nearby recycling bin.
The little man smiled.
Sean O’Reilly looked sadly down at his feet, then grinned.
‘A four-leaf clover! Now my luck will change.’
And it did.