Oh foolish one! You laughed at superstition and went ahead and walked under a ladder, crossing the path of a black cat while stepping on a crack in the sidewalk. Luckily your Mother’s back is just fine. Can’t say the same for you however. You’ve just picked up seven days of bad luck. It would have been seven years but another poor sap broke a huge mirror yesterday and bad luck is kind of busy and over-booked. Too busy to give you your full come uppance. So, you were just a little bit lucky in that.
Write about your seven days of bad luck. What things go wrong? What happens over the next seven days?