[Scene: A bright Saturday morning in Sydney. Liam and Ava are cleaning Liam’s apartment before his parents visit. A sudden crash echoes from the living room.]
Liam: (staring at the floor in horror) Oh no… no, no, no! Ava! The mirror! It’s smashed!
Ava: (peering over) Relax, mate. It’s just glass. I’ll grab the broom.
Liam: (wide-eyed) “Just glass”? Ava, do you know what this means? Seven years of bad luck! Seven!
Ava: (laughing) Seven years? That’s oddly specific. What, does the universe keep a spreadsheet or something? “Liam—bad luck until 2032.”
Liam: You’re joking now, but seriously… I’ve seen this happen before. My cousin broke a mirror before her wedding, and everything went wrong after that — her dress tore, the caterer cancelled, it rained all day.
Ava: Or maybe she just had a normal human week where things don’t go as planned. Correlation isn’t causation, Liam. You know that.
Liam: But this superstition’s ancient, Ava. The Romans started it, didn’t they? They thought mirrors reflected your soul. If you broke one, your soul got damaged, and it took seven years to heal.
Ava: (grinning) Right, but they also thought disease came from bad air and that lead pipes were a good idea. Maybe not the best reference point.
Liam: You can mock all you want, but I’d rather not take chances. Maybe I’ll hang a horseshoe by the door. Just in case.
Ava: (laughs) Sure, why stop there? Toss some salt over your shoulder while you’re at it. You’ll turn your place into a superstition museum.
Liam: Don’t tempt fate! You don’t mess with these things. Remember when I laughed about walking under a ladder last month? I tripped on the same day!
Ava: Because you were on your phone, texting your boss. That’s not fate—that’s physics.
Liam: Still, I’d rather be safe than sorry. Bad luck’s not something I want hanging around me.
Ava: (gently) Liam, I get it. Beliefs can be comforting. But think about it: if breaking a mirror really cursed people, insurance companies would have an entire policy section for it by now. “Mirror Damage: Seven-Year Premium Adjustment.”
Liam: (laughs despite himself) That’s actually not a bad idea. Maybe I should look into mirror insurance.
Ava: (smiling) Or you could just… clean up the glass, get a new one, and move on. Science says mirrors are silver-coated glass, not soul containers.
Liam: (sighs) You always have to make sense, don’t you?
Ava: Someone’s got to. Tell you what—if you really believe in the bad luck thing, let’s do an experiment. For the next week, you track every “bad” thing that happens, and I’ll track every “good” thing. Deal?
Liam: (pauses) Hmm… And if my side wins?
Ava: Then I’ll buy you a new mirror. A fancy one. With LED lights.
Liam: And if your side wins?
Ava: You admit that superstition’s just coincidence wearing a costume.
Liam: (grinning) You’ve got yourself a deal. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when the bad luck hits.
Ava: (grabbing the broom) Sure thing, Nostradamus. Now help me clean this mess before your mum shows up and gives us real bad luck.
[They both laugh as they sweep up the glass — one a believer in fate, the other in reason, but both agreeing that a good sense of humour beats any curse.]
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