Another entry for Wendy's flash fiction contest. I didn't think I'd actually get it out in time... wrote it in 20 minutes. Let me know what you think--good OR bad.
He did not feel lucky. In fact, he had a particular distaste for the general notion of “luck.” Throughout his life, he had determined to work too hard to rely on, or even care to consider, such an indeterminate. “Lucky” was an adjective suited only for those with an acute lack of practiced precision. But, as a man who prided himself on extreme rationality, he was forced to admit that he should not be conscious. His eyes still shut, details of his accident found their proper place in a lattice of “something bad happened”s and “I should not be alive”s.