“...
two ... three!” Three times around the
crumpled gum wrapper, counter clockwise.
She continued down the sidewalk and hoped nothing else would appear. Bad luck to by-pass objects in your path
without circling widdershins, three times.
Her granny told her that and she believed it. Better to be late than sorry and she was
never sorry. She was, however, very
often late, three jobs this month, but she was lucky and always quickly found
another job.
She
entered the small gift shop and encountered a young woman leaving. Startled, the woman dropped her keys. She quickly circled the keys three times,
widdershins, picked them up and handed them to the bewildered woman. She rushed to the back room, Mrs. Doyle right
on her heels.
“You
must stop! You’re scaring the
customers.”
“But, Granny says "“
“I
Don’t care what your crazy old Granny says.
You’re late again. Once more, and
I will have to let you go.” Mrs. Doyle
softened. “Child, I’m superstitious,
too, but you go too far. Get up front, I have an appointment and must go now.”
The
next morning, the gum wrapper had been replaced with a styrofoam cup. Three laps around the small piece of
rubbish, quickly, but as luck would have it, she encountered a crumpled
cigarette pack and a sleeping dog.
Mrs.
Doyle was talking on the phone when she slipped in the front door, and gave her a stern look. She walked to the
back room and Mrs. Doyle soon followed.
“I’m sorry. I have to let you
go.” She held out an envelope. “Here’s your paycheck.”
She
walked home slowly, the sidewalk obstacle-free.
Nearly home, she heard children laughing and looked up. A teen-aged girl with four small children,
boisterous and loud, were coming her direction. The children ran around the young girl,
screaming with delight. Two broke free
and ran between two parked cars into the street.
She
raced toward the children when she saw the large brown van. The fire hydrant, not in her path on the
sidewalk, was now directly in front of
her. With no thought but of the
endangered children, she jumped over the
hydrant, into the street and grabbed the two children up. She turned to hand them to the crying teen,
stepped back between the parked cars as the van’s driver slammed his
brakes. The rear of the van skidded to the
side, crashed into the rear of the first parked car, pushed it forward with a
tremendous force and trapped her between
the two cars. She heard her hips
crunch, the bones in her thighs cracked loudly.
As
she lost consciousness, she looked up to see the fire hydrant and heard a child
counting as she circled it “... two...
three! Grandma says you always have to
circle stuff in your way widdershins, that means different from the clock, three times or terrible bad luck will find
you.”
What a story, a unique story, Carol, so finely written, start to finish. (I'd even accept whatever you use for skiddesting!) You have a slightly off-sense of the real but ridiculous. But believe me, intelligently so, words set just so, with fine punctuation, etc. Also, here you add mystery, local folk-lore and that beautiful word: 'Widdershins ' Thank you for sharing every word... :)
What a story, a unique story, Carol, so finely written, start to finish. (I'd even accept whatever you use for skiddesting!) You have a slightly off-sense of the real but ridiculous. But believe me, intelligently so, words set just so, with fine punctuation, etc. Also, here you add mystery, local folk-lore and that beautiful word: 'Widdershins ' Thank you for sharing every word... :)
Whaaaaa? "Widdershins" is a superstition I've never heard of before. Good thing though, because I'd have been fired from many jobs too! Suspenseful, well-written story with a jolt of a surprise ending. Should have listened to Granny?? Hmmmmm.....
This was very unique, in itself, at first, it seemed laughable, and in the end, it was like, oh man, her Granny was right, but she did save the lives of two kids. as well. Great writing
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
Thanks. My first attempt at Flash Fiction. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
7 Years Ago
Yeah, it was really great and very thrilling as well.
My lord, that's a haunting tale. But I like it, a lot, especially because the tagline for the story, "Superstition can backfire on you," takes on new meaning after reading.
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
Thank you for reading this. It was one of those midnight inspirations that wrote itself, and my fir.. read moreThank you for reading this. It was one of those midnight inspirations that wrote itself, and my first attempt at Flash Fiction.
Grandmas are never wrong.
Still, heroism is heroism; got a feeling God will ultimately make things right.
Fascinating tale!
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
I love that you see the "karma" coming through for a superstitious girl. Thank you for reading this.. read moreI love that you see the "karma" coming through for a superstitious girl. Thank you for reading this little offering.
I'm very cynical, jaded, just this side of bitter and the only reason I haven't crossed that line is a good man loves me. I am extremely empathetic, but seldom sympathetic. I can be a ferociously lo.. more..