You’re So Lucky / Delphine Gauthier-Georgakopoulos

‘You’re so lucky,’ they say. ‘It’s raining here.’

‘Please, send some rain our way.’

They reply with laughing emojis, like it's a joke.

But I’m not joking.

It’s been forty degrees Celsius for over a week and whatever green survived last year’s fires can’t breathe.

‘You’re so lucky,' they say, when a Delta/Omega family member’s loan threatens everything you built—your home, your family—because credit cards were easy then, because the banks’ risk assessments were corrupt and non-existent and having a happy-go-lucky moment; a 2004 Olympic Games’ high.

‘Whatever, φίλε, just sign here…’

‘You’re so lucky,' they say, when you can only get twenty euros out of the ATM because your Alpha/Sigma government runs the country to the ground after a ‘No’ referendum and them resigning, but then coming back, because… “They’re worth it?”

You can’t stand the French narcissistic connection.

‘You’re so lucky,' they say, as they invite themselves over for one, two, three, or four weeks, because you’ve got it all; the sun, the sea, cheap food, and drinks.

To them, maybe.

But you’re not a fucking hotel.

‘You’re so lucky,' they say. But you’re not on holiday.

No holiday lasts that long. This is real life.

‘You’re so lucky,’ they say. ‘Such a dream life.’

But it wasn’t to her.

It was a nightmare to that sweet twenty-one-year-old girl who jumped.

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DELPHINE GAUTHIER-GEORGAKOPOULOS is a Pushcart nominee Breton writer, teacher, mother, nature and music lover, foodie, dreamer. She loves butter, needs coffee, hates easy opening packaging, and likes to create stories in her head. She lives in Athens, Greece. X/BS/Facebook: @DelGeo14.

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