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Lillie
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Wicked - #5SentenceFiction
With the
determination of a spit ball flying from little Tommy Tucker’s grimy neon
yellow straw, Lucy crossed the busy playground to where they sat, crossed
legged, in a tight circle. Small hands moved quickly through the air as the evil
concocted stories flew from their rose lips like granite truths. Lucy felt her
cheeks flame as she closed in on the group and heard her name, spoken like a
curse. She was an outcast, the new girl, and she was fine with that, but this
time they had gone too far by making her brother cry. When she stopped walking
they all turned to her, eyebrows cocked on smug faces that fell the moment Lucy
revealed her wicked secret power.
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I love this one! Nobody deserves their comeuppance more than playground bullies!! :)
ReplyDeleteLove it, and do tell...nothing better than a secret power!
ReplyDeleteLillie - a unique perspective on this story and so so well told! In particular loved the first and last lines. Really well done!!
ReplyDeleteI love this! Reminds me of my childhood playground memories.....except I didn't have a special power. :( Lovely writing as always!!
ReplyDeleteReally wanted to know more about this secret power; an accurately observed portrait of playground nastiness. Very good.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for the comments :) Bullies really bug me. But, super secret powers are my favorite!!!
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