Fortune Favors the Brave

Sometimes you create your own luck

Sandi Parsons
Fictions

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Old men at table playing a game
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***Please Note: This story contains an insensitive word used for historical accuracy given the period when this story was set.***

When pushed together, vegemite and butter oozed out of the Sao biscuits like wiggly worms. Sally licked one worm off after another before laying the biscuits flat on the plate. The grown-ups had a fancy afternoon tea, with cucumber and tomato on their Sao's, but Sally much preferred vegemite. Besides, you can't make worms from cucumbers.

Bounty in hand, Sally crawled under the table, careful not to jolt it. The table was set ready. The ladies would talk in the kitchen while the men would play cards. Down here, Sally could listen to the old people chatter but didn't have to talk.

Nana always told her to give her great-aunts and great-uncles a kiss. Aunty Olive had long hair poking out of her chin — perhaps she was a witch? Aunty Agnes smelled a little funny like a wet dog. Uncle Chester was okay, but Uncle Arthur squeezed too tight. Much safer under the table.

Sally munched on her biscuits as her aunts and uncles arrived.

I stumble as the blast erupts; my left foot misses the makeshift step. I freefall slide into a quagmire of sludge. My right arm gropes for tree roots to steady my fall as

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Sandi Parsons
Fictions

Sandi Parsons lives & breathes stories as a reader, writer, and storyteller📚 Kidlit specialist, dipping her toes in the big kid’s pool.