Sam Stitious was what most people feared they might be. Superstitious. In fact, Sam was known as “Superstitious” within his community.
He was at best a fearful character, he constantly watched where he walked as cracks in the pavement terrified him so it meant that on occasion he’d be a little comical as you’d see him give a little skip as he walked along.
Sam came from a family beset with superstition. His mum and dad were what could best be described as nervous wrecks forever looking over their shoulders in fear of some disaster befalling them.
Sam was a believer in the power of the sunrise and the sunset. To him, it gave him a lead into the next twelve hours of his life.
He had a book in which he wrote the sunrise/sunset of each day. Cloudy/rainy days sent him into a frenzy as he then had no clear indication of the next period in time and speculating only worried him.
His biggest beef was the umbrella. At rest and standing, idle umbrellas were fine with him, but an active umbrella sent him into a mania. He had nightmares of umbrellas up inside his house. It was driving him crazy which explained why there was never an umbrella to be seen inside his house. They lived in a locked garden shed to the side of his house.
The reason for his over the top attitude to the umbrella was his Gran had suffered a heart attack the day his Aunty Una rushed in out of the rain and didn’t take down her umbrella causing his Gran to splutter, cough, choke and fall down dead in terror of the said umbrella active inside her house.
Today Sam is off to therapy. He likes therapy, it’s an opportunity for him to talk to his therapist Esme Tootle and in Sam’s mind Esme is a weird as he is as she has a thing about scarves believing the sight of one around one’s neck is an invitation for the thing to strangle you.
Today he giggles to himself as he stuffs his dad’s old scarf into his pocket.
“Therapy,” he thinks, “what a hoot.”