Published in StoryStar 2012 It’s unusual for most of people to have a complex number as their lucky one. Mine is 32. For the time being. I’m not a very stable person. I change habits. I change jobs. I change boyfriends. And why not, I change my lucky number. And when that happens? Every time I think it’s the right time to. I keep my previous numbers deep in a closet. My closet. The one that leads to Hell. I started to take notice of that after this one incident. “Yeah, it’s nice!”, I answered and gave him a smile without having the slightest idea of what was going to follow. I touched it. Crack!