Lucky

In an effort to explore the protagonist of my novel, I'm utilizing the trifecta prompts to dive in.  It's been incredibly helpful.  Click here if you want to read more about Sadie and about the project.

LUCKY (adjective)

1: having good luck
2: happening by chance : fortuitous
3: producing or resulting in good by chance : favorable

Please remember: 
  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words. 
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post. 
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response. 
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above. 
  • Only one entry per writer. 
  • If your post doesn't meet our requirements, please leave your link in the comments section, not in the linkz. 
  • Trifecta is open to everyone. Please join us.




"You're so lucky," Helen smiled, petting with Sadie's deep brown hair.  It hung almost too her elbows, growing so fast she could hardly keep up with it; tendrils of near blackness run a muck.  

The dirty mirror captured Sadie's grimace, distorting it with water spots and flecks of toothpaste.  Catching Helen's eye, she reached for the scissors.  She was quick, unfazed by Helen's screams and attempts to wrestle the sheers free.   Sadie would almost regret it- the hair pooled by her feet, the red-faced rage of her foster-mother.  Her reflection told another story, small girl, jagged hair hanging just below her ears, sharp as broken glass.  Pretty face, but her lilac eyes revealed darker truths, the kind that no little girl should ever have to know.  If anger led to the darkside, Sadie was already there.  She had stopped wondering what it was like to have parents who loved her, to have people who cared for her without strings.  She had accepted that she was nothing more than a bit of rubbish on the side of the street, to be gathered in a basket until it could be properly disposed of.  She knew that fairytales weren’t real, that no prince or blue fairy would ever come to her and rewrite the bitter pages of her youth. 


As Sadie sat in her exile on her bed, she realized that her rashness would only bring more sorrow.  The only thing she had power over was herself, and that power might be enough.

“Miss Helen,” she called sweetly, her lip quivering and eyes filling with tears.  Helen came to the door, dirty apron, tired eyes.  “I’m sorry.  You just liked my hair so much; I wanted you to have it.”  She offered her foster mother the lock of hair she managed to grab before her banishment. 

“Oh sweetie,” Helen swooped in, wrapping her arms around her.  Sadie wept gloriously into her shoulder. Her mouth said all the right things, but her eyes never left the door. 

7 comments:

  1. "Her reflection told another story, small girl, jagged hair hanging just below her ears, sharp as broken glass. Pretty face, but her lilac eyes revealed darker truths, the kind that no little girl should ever have to know. If anger led to the darkside, Sadie was already there. "

    This makes me want to cry for this little girl-and that's a good thing! Your writing really evoked deep emotion in me-something that isn't easily done! Beautiful story!!

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  2. Ooo! I love the last line. Great job with the prompt!

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  3. The hair cutting act was intense! Great piece!

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  4. "wondering what it was like to have parents who loved her"... that line broke my heart.

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  5. That last line is fantastic. Great job!

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  6. What a fantastic,edgy piece!Loved the strong emotions & the undercurrents of vulnerability so expertly mixed here:-)

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  7. Can't see the comment I posted just now-so repeating it.This is a fantastic piece with strong emotions.Loved the undercurrent of vulnerability & in your face rebellion,mixed so expertly in this.:-)

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